So I’m still alive. Unemployed, injured, and still alive.
This blog was started to convey to everyone my love of running, but, quite frankly, I haven’t been the mood of late to keep up the positive exterior. I’ve been unemployed going on six months. Having never had any trouble whatsoever finding work, I’m tiring of the allegations of overqualification and no experience. I’ve started becoming paranoid that I’m being rejected because of my sex and the fact that I’m of prime childbearing age. Crazy? Maybe. Logical? Maybe. Who knows.
I’ve also been told I need hip surgery. Something that, even with my top level of health cover (for now, anyway) I can’t afford until I get a job. Fun. That rules out the Gold Coast Marathon, and will result in my pulling out of the triathlon next month. It’s hard to love running when you’re in pain, and I am in pain.
But despite all this, I genuinely feel like I have no right to complain. I don’t have the lot of a very close friend and flatmate who’s had two surgeries this year so far and was yesterday dragged off to hospital in an ambulance with a suspected stroke (she’s ok, relatively speaking), I’m not in a war zone, I have full use of my mental faculties. I’m very lucky. I still, however, feel very sorry for myself. I can’t run. Or, at least, I can’t run very far without quite intense pain. And ending the pain depends on my finding a job.
Don’t get me wrong; I still love running. But I just can’t do it right now. Physically, that is. I am ok, in a mental sense. I’m not going postal yet. I’m just a bit sad to see my friends moving on with their lives while all I seem to be doing is treading water, treading water, treading water, desperately trying to keep my head above water.
All I’m asking is that someone give me a chance. Soon.
February 22, 2010 at 8:49 pm |
Fuck. This. Shit. Can we throw the lemons at my ex, please? Seriously, I’d rather an artillery use slug guns on him because he doesn’t deserve real bullets … I can only imagine how frustrating this is, because I’ve never been in this situation of being both brilliant *and* unemployed. You are both and someone will want to harness your awesomeness (beauty, brains, capability, brains, broad scope of people skills and general lovability) and I hope they do sooner rather than later because I want to you run. I know how much you love it. Thanks for always being there for me – now it’s my turn to be here for you xoxo
February 25, 2010 at 4:13 am |
Ditto. To all of that. And the previous comment, too.
Except on the lemons.
When life gives me lemons, I stuff them in my bra