Feeling sorry for myself

So I wrenched my neck. I wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. It was Valentine’s Day and Erinn and I were having dinner together. We were reminiscing about how we got engaged on this day more than 20 years ago now. I had cooked what I thought was the most amazing meal ever; barbecued chicken legs. Who wouldn’t want to marry me with this kind of offering, I thought:) Thankfully, she did say yes but I don’t think it was due to the chicken legs…

So it was just a casual evening eating takeout with Erinn in my apartment as I’m still not home yet and the roads were still too bad for my wheelchair to go anywhere else besides here. And all of a sudden my neck kinked. No good reason. Maybe I turned my head too quickly or something. But Since that time, two days ago now, I can’t really turn my head without some serious pain. That first night I barely slept. Then last night I slept better which implies that my neck is getting better but still today I am kind of fried.
I feel shitty.
And sorry for myself.
Isn’t there enough to deal with at the moment? I can’t seem to get home. The renovations are taking forever. I’m living in an apartment on the other side of a big city from my family; It’s been more than a year now since I have slept at home. I am stuck in a wheelchair living with multiple sclerosis. It’s -9 Celsius outside.

Isn’t that enough?

Lord,
Isn’t that enough?