That's what makes you strong

I'm thinking of Jesse Winchester's little tune... "and if you know you're weak, ... it's a funny thing, but that's what makes you strong..."

Continuing on to Week 4 of the body's meltdown. Reinjuring myself last night, although consensus at the Doctor's office this morning was that it might have happened whether or not I did what I did. At least it's manageable pain this time, but it made sleeping uncomfortable last night and it's starting to take an emotional toll more than anything. Attempts by family to help by phone really just made me feel worse. I hate to say that, but it's true. It's time like these when the distance really takes a toll. For many reasons: they can't do anything. I can't ask them to help. The can't rescue me if I were to, say, quit my job with no notice. Yeah. It's that kind of thing. :)

I did, however, manage to call in my pledge to WVTF (my favorite NPR station) this morning and help them finish off their fall fund drive. They're sending me a coffee mug. You think I should have asked for the Rockmonanoff CD instead? Yeah, I think so. ;) And, an early morning run to pick up the Fancy-and-more-expensive-now cat food for the impatient kitties. Oh, and a sleepy stop by Bodo's too.