So I am going to attempt to paint my room this morning. I know, I know. Probably not the best idea of an activity for me considering how I have been feeling these last few weeks, but today is the second day where I am actually not in pain and I can walk somewhat normally. So in true form, I take my "good days" and run with them. I am sure I will overdue, like I usually do, but I am going to try and be careful.
That's the stupid thing about RA and me. I never seem to find the right balance. It is hard, especially when you are feeling like dried dog shit most days and when you get a day where you feel somewhat normal, you want to do and accomplish everything you have been putting off since you started feeling like said dog shit.
You would think that I would learn.
After several weeks of deliberation on a color palate, however, I have finally purchased the paint for my room and am going to attempt to get it on the wall. It is strange that I have lived in this 12 by 10 room for two years now; all of my personal belongings in a storage facility down the road. The walls are a nineteen nineties putrid peach color; something that I am admittedly highly opposed to. I have settled on a shade of gray that will match my new bedding I bought at Target. I have no idea what it will look like, but all I know is that I don't want to look at my walls anymore with that disgusting peach shit all over them.
So wish me luck. I will try and post the results, as I am sure there are those of you just perched on the edge of your seats in wild anticipation! Not!
Wishing you all good health and humor!!
Did you get it painted? Let me know if you want help. I haven't seen or talked to you in a really long time. Why is that? I miss you!
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