Life and Limb

My body and how it's falling apart.

The back thing: Yes, I have a bad back. Yes, already. I actually got it as a teen. Between my overly enthusiastic growth spurt in my chestal area and an injury I got while in Russia that never healed properly, my back is in bad shape. And that was all before I had the kids. So, yeah, it's a mess. It's why I work out. Pilates is great for core exercises that help the back.

The draft thing: I've always been overly sensitive to drafts. I get sick easily from them. It's weird, I know. Moist, cool air fucks me up. The kids unfortunately inherited this from me. Anyway, I slept with the window open a crack. It was a nice night. Until it turned damp and cool. And I woke up feeling all kinds of hellish.

The stomach thing: That's just an added bonus from the draft thing. Aren't I lucky? I've been sipping ginger ale, tea and water and chowing down Pepto Bismol tabs and Rolaids like a mofo. It's feeling better, but I'm still treating it gingerly.

I got no sleep the other night. Not last night, the night before. The back thing, the stomach thing all because of the draft thing. Screwed me up. I felt like a creaky old woman. Get off my front lawn, you rapscallions!

I kept dozing off yesterday at random moments. It was freaky. There I am, stirring my tea, and I wake up a half hour later. The tea's tepid and I have to dump it. I kept losing odd minutes here and there but it was only making me more and more tired. I popped a percocet before bed to make sure I'd get sleep. I got sleep. I slept so much that I hope I'll be able to sleep tonight.

Today, I knew I couldn't just lie around if my back was bothersome. I had errands to run. Luckily, my back isn't too bad today. I did some stretching. The hot shower helped, too. I go to check my email before I head out and pffffffffffft.

Cable's not working. I swear a bit and run off. After I ran around a bit-- what should've only taken maybe a half hour wound up taking at least an hour-- I come back to fiddle with the cable and get it up and running. Only to find out that either gmail isn't behaving or my phone because I haven't gotten the messages I've been expecting. Resend. Wait. Same. Grr. Stress. Back. Ow. Owwww. Ok. Relax. Think about raiding liquor cabinet. Worry about how kids will take advantage of inebriation. That thought alone will keep me sober for a very long time. Sigh as mother nags about me going to the doctor.

I hate going to the doctor. But I should. But I hate it. Sigh. Stupid back.