I started and finished, “The Book Thief” yesterday because it gave me a headache to stare at a computer screen, and I enjoyed the book quite a bit. I’m feeling much better today but my hip is still pretty sore. The only thing I’m struggling with now is the lack of privacy and independence. It’s really hard to cope with the inability to lock the bathroom door in a house full of boys, the inability to drive myself to the store to pick up some tomatoes, etc. I find that if I don’t already have it, or someone isn’t already going, then I just choose not to say anything. I already have problems voicing the fact that I need something. It’s been really hard to ask for someone to bring over a glass of milk. I hate feeling helpless. And this stupid wristband reminds me of the times I used to go to the waterparks and dance with the water down the slides. I was really happy there. In the bath I close my eyes and imagine I have just landed in the water after the greatest slide ever.

Speaking of books and reviews, I stopped posting my movie reviews here because a) I watch too many and b) Fixster is better. Add me, beautifuls. For book readers check Relax and Read.

Also, thank you to everyone who commented on the last entry, even if it was small- it was the greatest “Get Well” card ever. I really, really, appreciate it.