Another failed outing
I woke probably around 330 but was able to get back to sleep for an hour before pain was really hurting me. I took some pain meds and waited for the pain to go down. I had something to eat and then was able to return to slumber. Around 1030 I got up again. I needed to shower. My lower back was still hurting me as the temps never went beyond 60 degrees. The wind just made everything chilly. I forced myself to shower, hoping it would ease my back but it turned into a question of whether to shower or brush my teeth. I showered and then recouped in my room, my back cramping. I really didn’t want to go out but wanted to pick up my meds.
I let my phone and Bluetooth headset charge while I was showering. When they were ready, I hit the bus stop. My back didn’t like it but oh well. It was warmer than I thought it was, despite the cold wind. I had worn a medium weight shirt, which I took off when I got on the bus. I just walked in the door to Starbucks when my ankle flared. I ordered my drink and a bagel. Something went wrong with the cold brew thing so the barista got behind. I stood there waiting in a lot of pain. As soon as I sat down, I took a pain pill. I was hoping it would settle down but I knew sitting in a chair was not going to help me. I waited for about an hour, read one chapter of 1984, and then caught the bus home. Stupid allergies flared while walking home. There were these trees I walked by that soon as I caught the scent of the bloom, my nose was running. I was gagging with post nasal drip by the time I got to my house. I put the barrels in the driveway (it was trash day) and nearly hurled. I didn’t though. I waited for it to pass and then went in the house.
My postcards that I ordered came. I got the mail and then went upstairs to relax. The top of my foot and ankle were telling me off. I got a packet of postcards to write a personal message when my sister texted me saying she was ordering pizza. That was good because my mother was making pork chops and I kind of lost the taste for them. They are not my favorite meat. When I finished with the message, I went and saw my sister to show her the card. She immediately spotted a typo I didn’t catch! The whole 250 cards need to be redone. Do’h!! I need to reorder them correctly. I am hoping to add some words to the back of the card, even though that will cost extra. It will be worth it as I have chicken scratch handwriting.
I got a tweet from some “board certified therapist” trying to school me on a quote that I have pinned on Twitter page. She doesn’t know what she is getting into. I have over 20 years’ experience in suicide and at least 15 in research. She wants to have a discussion so I said bring it. We are working out a time to chat. HAHA. This will be fun.