Down in the Dumps

I feel like something the cat dragged in. I went to the gym today and tried to workout. I worked my legs and they felt like jello, it made me kinda dizzy. I swam about 750 yards and my arms felt like lead. It was an out of body experience, my body was moving but I don't know where I was. I'm not up to snuff and my stomach still doesn't feel right. I was able to keep the Cheerios down I ate this morning. My first solid food, yay! I decided not to run after the swim. I came home and ate a bowl of Chicken and Stars.

When I opened my cupboard, I was even more frustrated and disgusted. It looked like tornado alley. I can't find anything because it's so cluttered. Because I'm recovering and can't run around like a chicken with its head cut off, I actually took time to organize and clean. I tore apart the cupboard, shelf by shelf. I bleached each rack. I made a breakfast, cereal, canned goods, baking goods and condiments/pasta shelf. I also realized I have 5 jars of peanut butter, 3 cans of bread crumbs, 4 bottles of corn syrup and 5 bags of egg noodles. I threw the stale cereals, crackers, cookies in a big pot with buttermilk and the birds had a great feast tonight. The day wasn't a total loss after all! Ya know what is most appetizing to me still on that rack? Saltines.

I forgot to add that while I was cleaning out the bottom shelf of the cupboard, I stood up holding two bottles of soy sauce and caved my dome piece in- really hard. I slammed it into the corner of the top cabinet. I saw stars and little birds flying around in circles. I screamed "Jesus Fucking Christ!", then I started crying. It was one of those really bad days and I wallowed in my self pity. As I tried to sleep that night, every time I rolled over, I woke up because of my bruised noggin.