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A Cure for the Miseries
Jul. 25th, 2011 05:12 pmI have felt crappy all day.
I didn't sleep well, so I was off-kilter and grumpy anyway. Then I made the mistake of watching the news. Famine and madness and massacres and child abuse and overall sadness abound. I moped around for awhile before I realized my head was hurting and took some Midol. That didn't help.
It started to rain and thunder, so I tried a nap. I love the sound of a storm and it makes for good snoozing, but the phone woke me up and I couldn't drop off again. I tried to read, but squinting at the page just made my headache leak to my eyes. Couldn't read, couldn't sleep, couldn't watch TV, couldn't help any of the people grieving and starving and suffering, couldn't do anything but sit in bed with the lights off and wallow in how miserable everything was. Then it hit me. I have the internets AND a paypal account. I may be out of work and useless right now, but maybe I can be of some help to somebody somewhere.
So I dragged out the laptop, dimmed the screen down so I could stand to look at it, and went hunting for donation sites. There's lots.Then I double-checked em just to be sure, and had a round of small donations shopping to different charities. Drops in the bucket maybe, and my headache is still lurking around the edges, but I do feel a little better. Helplessness becomes hopelessness so fast if you let it and I might not be able to afford to do very much, but I can do a little. A drop of help in the bucket might be a drop less of misery for somebody else and that means a little extra hope for me too.
I didn't sleep well, so I was off-kilter and grumpy anyway. Then I made the mistake of watching the news. Famine and madness and massacres and child abuse and overall sadness abound. I moped around for awhile before I realized my head was hurting and took some Midol. That didn't help.
It started to rain and thunder, so I tried a nap. I love the sound of a storm and it makes for good snoozing, but the phone woke me up and I couldn't drop off again. I tried to read, but squinting at the page just made my headache leak to my eyes. Couldn't read, couldn't sleep, couldn't watch TV, couldn't help any of the people grieving and starving and suffering, couldn't do anything but sit in bed with the lights off and wallow in how miserable everything was. Then it hit me. I have the internets AND a paypal account. I may be out of work and useless right now, but maybe I can be of some help to somebody somewhere.
So I dragged out the laptop, dimmed the screen down so I could stand to look at it, and went hunting for donation sites. There's lots.Then I double-checked em just to be sure, and had a round of small donations shopping to different charities. Drops in the bucket maybe, and my headache is still lurking around the edges, but I do feel a little better. Helplessness becomes hopelessness so fast if you let it and I might not be able to afford to do very much, but I can do a little. A drop of help in the bucket might be a drop less of misery for somebody else and that means a little extra hope for me too.
