Dying of Boredom

I wonder if it’s possible to die from boredom.  If it is, I’m going to find out reeeeal soon.  I had reconstructive surgery on my ankle and am now on day 16 of being in bed with my foot up.  Let me say that again….SIXTEEN DAYS of sitting in bed doing basically NOTHING.

I watch tv.  I browse the net.  I play the SIMS.  I read.  That’s it.  Everyday I change my underwear and brush my teeth – but oh, I have to do both of those activities IN BED because I can’t get up.  I have to save the energy to get up to use the potty. 

I AM SO FUCKING BORED.

I don’t even have the energy to talk on the phone anymore.  I tried for a little while to pick up a few phone calls and make a few calls, but now, I just can’t.  First of all, I have nothing to say to anyone. When someone asked if I did anything exciting and I respond that I changed my nightgown that doesn’t really lead to much conversation.  And then if the person on the other end has a lot going on I get resentful and bitchy.

Oh, and let’s not even get started on the part about having to stay with my parents right now because I need 24 hour assistance.

In short, this blows, and I am seriously ready to die from boredom.  Bring it.  I can’t handle this shit anymore.  I am THIS CLOSE to poking my eyes out just to get some excitement around here.  AAAHH!!!