penmage | Give me strength . . . (Reply)

Really, in the end, the most frustrating part of taking down the succah was the fact that after three days of being sick and barely eating, I'm recovred - but still as weak as a mewling lamb. See, I may be small - short and skinny and I look like a good strong wind might blow me over - but I'm strong. I can carry a lot, lift a heck of a lot more than people expect me to, etc etc etc. I'm far stronger than I look, and usually, in all the building and unbuilding, it's me who does the bulk of the hefting wooden boards around, and that's peachy. And now I can barely do any of it, and I feel really weak and girly, and it's terribly frustrating, and I hate it.

Bleh.