Back rubs and bubble baths

It’s like cramps except for instead of my intestines being ripped to pieces, it’s my soul.

Save me, please!

But I won’t insist. That wouldn’t be fair, I know. I don’t mean to inconvenience you. I just thought you might be willing to give me a hand…

I wish ibuprofen could fix this. Tylenol, aspirin, extra-strength Midol, whatever. You know, it’s funny because I don’t like to take meds unless I’m actually feverish or in severe pain. And yet if acetaminophen would fix this pain, I’d take it religiously.

How is it that the one who wants most to help me, to save me, doesn’t know how? It’s not as if I know how, but knights in shining armor are always supposed to know exactly what to do. Not knowing doesn’t tarnish his armor, though, for he’s one of the few who sees enough to try. I can’t keep anything from his knowledge.

At least today it managed to manifest itself into actual physical pain. It’s amazing that that pleases me, but that’s because a dose of ibuprofen can fix physical pain. Simple lower back ache, at any rate. (Although I think the real culprit here is my old mattress.)

I think a bubble bath would be ideal, and a back rub, too. Some sweet-smelling lotion, my hair up in a twist, a comfortable place to read, and — my comfort book. It’s been awhile since I read of Annalisa, Nathaniel, and James in Jade Parker’s To Catch a Pirate, but it’s one of my favorites when I’m not feeling great.

I think I’ll go do that now.

Love,

Stargrl

P.S. Often, these posts were written by hand late at night and are being posted in the morning because that’s when I can get to the computer. But they’re meant to be just-before-bed, I’m-really-tired sort of rambles.