You are invited to my pity party.
No gifts are needed; I have enough self-pity to go around!
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I’m having one of those days too
You bring the cake; I’ll bring the balloons–black.
Not today, but perhaps tomorrow
Oh, this will be a long party I’m afraid till my rib is healed up.
So sorry. Sometimes cake makes it better. Chocolate?
After the thrumming I got about my LDL, probably not a good choice. The doc shouldn’t hit you when you are already feeling so crummy! On second thought, pass the cake!
Rice cake?
I’ll bring the cocktails then and we can pity party together.
You have my sincerest condolences. But can I bring my own self-pity, bottled like champagne? (Or soda that’s fizzled?) I have a sore throat; we have a howling wind complete with driven snow; our cat got me up at 3 am because he doesn’t know what to do with himself. I won’t go on…or maybe I will.. on my own blog. Wishing you a great day.
Since I woke with a migraine too to top everything off, go ahead and bring more self-pit. We’ll have double portions. Somehow, I feel better already.
As long as I don’t breathe too deep!
I’ll bring some wine…and whine.
Got the whine covered, but we can always use more!
Ribs, the only time we think about them is when they are bar-b-qued and coated in a delicious sauce. The other time we think about them is when they are ours and they are injured and it hurts way too much for way to long. Torn rib cartilage feels the same as broken but has a longer get well time that runs into months.
I did find that warming one of the gel packs in the microwave especially at bed time to place on my chest, helped so much I was able to sleep. During the day it made laying on the sofa so much more comfortable.
This too shall pass…just not quickly enough ;(
Ya, my rice woobie (think: heat) helps a lot. So many other places hurt in addition to the rib, I am not having fun yet! And my hubby keeps cracking jokes.
I’m so sorry! Hope you feel better soon!
I taught a research paper class today. Pain made for a long class. Adrenalin can only count for so much!
Self pity is the sister to guilt, as this one can truly relate to either one of these; however, a party for self pity and guilt would do quite nicely for this follower of your blog, Apronhead, so party away and rest assured that any time of the day or night, Sister Guilt will be pleased to be present at your party…
Boy, this is getting to be an interesting invitation list.
Can we also invite chocolate?
Definitely, let’s make chocolate our prime guest of honor, any variety will do…