I have lost all perspective. This arm pain feels like the worst pain I have ever been in. Probably because I cannot rest it.
I still have to cook dinner eberynight. Nobody has even offered to do it. Do they not see the pain I’m in? Do they not see me barely moving my arm? Do they not see me popping paracetamol every 4 hours?
The assumption is that I will cook. Well I don’t want to. I want to rest and cry and not have this bloody arm hurt so much. Is that too much to ask?
I don’t need this on top of the stress from uni. Breaking point seems much closer yet still far away. I am made of stern stuff and sometimes I wish i wasn’t.