This weekend was supposed to be a light-filled one. Had a fun dinner Friday night. Today was supposed to be chiropractor this morning, massage this afternoon, and a play tonight. Sunday, a friend was coming over early to help get ready for a small lunch gathering I’m supposed to host, a few old friends getting together to hang out. It was going to be a fun weekend.
Within 10 minutes, the weekend crashed around me. My massage therapist (MT) is sick. I haven’t had a massage in two months, and considering this is the ONLY time I let anyone touch me, and all the hard work lately with my T, I NEED a massage. My MT had been sick, dealing with a family thing, and then was away for a month. The compassionate part of me wants her to get better and get healthy. The selfish part of me is pissed she canceled again. My last 4 massages canceled. Combine that with the fact tomorrow’s girls gathering was canceled, my weekend of lightness just crossed into darkness.
I am moving dangerously close to self-destruction. Why not eat cake for breakfast? Why not sleep until 10:45am? Why not eat foods that I know will make me violently ill, potentially sending me to the hospital? Why not? Since somehow I deserve to feel this hurt, why not hurt myself so it overpowers the hurt of my plans canceling? I prefer to hurt by my own doing than by others doing. And it is really, really hurting.