Today has felt like a really, really long day. I had trouble falling asleep last night and then my ereader just stopped working. This is the second time this has happened. anyway, H was getting up at 5 to fly out to visit his dad and i ended up getting about 5 hours of sleep.
I had a closing down in Fredericksburg and one back up here, so it was just a lot of driving, had lunch pretty late and now just going to pick up some carry out for me and the girls and then walk the dogs. I am feel wrung out.
Tomorrow is my follow up with the neurologist and I am feeling pretty nervous. Since i have seen him I have had new areas experiencing numbness and if this shows nothing wrong, I am not sure what to do next. I mean, in a perfect world we all want to be healthy, but feeling that something is not right in your body for a long time and then to have it get worse and have no answer is frustrating.
I managed to re-fuck up my back for the millionth time yesterday (I woke up with it sore, and then a combo of cleaning, sitting in the car for the drive for our 2nd covid shots, and doing a workout I should have skipped just made it worse). It hurt so bad that I basically didn't sleep all night, so now today I'm slightly headachy possibly from the shot, possibly from no sleep, and my back is killing me. I told my H that I would have no idea if I was having any other side effects from the shot, because my back is sending so many alarm bells that it's overriding everything else. (He has a headache and slight body aches, so he's probably feeling the shot more than me.)
Ughhhh back pain is the absolute worst. I have to do extensive stretching daily and also really work on strengthening my back muscles. If I slack on either even a tiny bit it's spasm city. I hate it. A very un-fun perk of turning 40.
Why is it that men feel they're entitled to behave however they want even in the presence of other people? Today one of the physicians on my patient's care team was chatting outside the room with me, his PA, and another nurse when he asked me a question, grabbed my badge from my chest to look at one of my pins, and proceeded to touch my arm in several places. I wanted to die and I wanted to kick his nuts.
Our dishwasher is starting to sound like a dial up internet connection, so we have to buy a new one before it breaks. To be fair we've had it since we bought the house (it came with the house)...I just wanted to do a reno and buy applicances at once. Oh well.
We had a great throwback conversation at work today, but now I feel old talking about the epic Aerosmith 90's (Crazy, Amazing and the other one) videos to blank stare. Does that make an "Ok Boomer" lol
I managed to re-fuck up my back for the millionth time yesterday (I woke up with it sore, and then a combo of cleaning, sitting in the car for the drive for our 2nd covid shots, and doing a workout I should have skipped just made it worse). It hurt so bad that I basically didn't sleep all night, so now today I'm slightly headachy possibly from the shot, possibly from no sleep, and my back is killing me. I told my H that I would have no idea if I was having any other side effects from the shot, because my back is sending so many alarm bells that it's overriding everything else. (He has a headache and slight body aches, so he's probably feeling the shot more than me.)
Ughhhh back pain is the absolute worst. I have to do extensive stretching daily and also really work on strengthening my back muscles. If I slack on either even a tiny bit it's spasm city. I hate it. A very un-fun perk of turning 40.
Yes, it's awful.
I've had back issues for decades, but it just keeps getting worse. I'd prefer pretty much any other part of my body to be sore than my back. I feel like with my other joints or even migraines I can function so much better, but with my back every little task is painful.
I can't always predict what will set my back off either. This I think was just me sleeping wrong, which is happening with more regularity. 😖
Our dishwasher is starting to sound like a dial up internet connection, so we have to buy a new one before it breaks. To be fair we've had it since we bought the house (it came with the house)...I just wanted to do a reno and buy applicances at once. Oh well.
We had a great throwback conversation at work today, but now I feel old talking about the epic Aerosmith 90's (Crazy, Amazing and the other one) videos to blank stare. Does that make an "Ok Boomer" lol
can you get it repaired?
We probably should for many reasons like saving money, not being wasteful, and nothing built now lasts more than a couple of years, but it's so old (it's an old white appliance I'm pretty sure from the 90's) that it's not energy star efficient. It's probably worse for the world in the end. Thankfully somehow we only have to wait a week, I've heard and read (on here) stories of waiting months.
My Dad was a computer engineer and did a lot of traveling for business when I was growing up. My first year of college it seemed that my Dad had a meeting in town about every 2 to 3 weeks. He'd pick me up from the dorm, take me out to eat, to the grocery store (no car that first year) and then drop me back at the dorms. He'd always give me $50 in cash.
He was coming up there specifically to check on me that first year. Of course he would tell the story that my mom found out he was taking me to dinner and giving me money, she said "Well, what I do have to do to get dinner and $50 bucks?" He said he reply to her was "Move Out". He would belly laugh like crazy!
And another funny story; he permed his hair on a dare. I remember his straight hair when I was in first grade, but after the dare, he kept it permed. My dad looked like Gene Wilder.
My Dad was a computer engineer and did a lot of traveling for business when I was growing up. My first year of college it seemed that my Dad had a meeting in town about every 2 to 3 weeks. He'd pick me up from the dorm, take me out to eat, to the grocery store (no car that first year) and then drop me back at the dorms. He'd always give me $50 in cash.
He was coming up there specifically to check on me that first year. Of course he would tell the story that my mom found out he was taking me to dinner and giving me money, she said "Well, what I do have to do to get dinner and $50 bucks?" He said he reply to her was "Move Out". He would belly laugh like crazy!
And another funny story; he permed his hair on a dare. I remember his straight hair when I was in first grade, but after the dare, he kept it permed. My dad looked like Gene Wilder.
texasharleygirl, that’s so sweet! I loved that he made up trips to see you. I had a great-uncle on my dad’s side who, even after my parent’s’ divorce, would slip my mom a $20 when they would come over and tell her he found it laying in the driveway.
And Gene Wilder 🤣
Sounds like he was a really awesome and special guy.