The title of this post has, obviously, nothing to do with its content. Again I have done nothing today but watch movies, eat ice cream, and agonize. There is nothing like a bout of enforced inactivity to make you feel sorry for yourself.
Seriously, though, I have a new respect/sympathy for people with chronic illnesses that deplete their energy. Today I had precisely one thing to accomplish, other than the movies/ice cream/self-pity jag: I had to print off a headshot and post an application (with the headshot in it). Simple. I walked to a drugstore that – I thought – had a photo lab and a post office, printed off my headshot, attempted to buy a thermometer, failed (who the hell is buying all the thermometers????), and then looked around the store for the post office counter….
….then realized there wasn’t one.
I swear there used to be.
Anyway, as I said, I have a newfound respect for people with medical conditions that limit their mobility. In my normal state I a)would have biked, not walked to the drugstore b) would thus have said, “Huh,” and biked to the nearest post office that actually existed. Today, however, I was too woozy and ill to bike, and just walking for 20 minutes was about as much activity as I could handle. These were my options:
1) Walk home, get my bike, and bike to another post office.
2) Take a taxi to the nearest post office.
3) Put a lot of stamps on the envelope, put it in the mailbox, and hope for the best.
I did plan 3). I knew I didn’t have the energy for 1) – I barely had the energy for the original plan – or the money for 2), and I did happen to have stamps. I already knew how much postage that size/weight of letter needs, and it was only to placate my inner screaming anxiety freak that I wanted to find a post office and have the envelope weighed officially. But the point – the point is that this was a trivial little errand which would normally have taken me ten minutes, and today took an hour and a half to accomplish.
I can’t imagine what life would be like if every day was like this.