And now my best laid plans are falling by the wayside because I have limited range of motion, and no longer feel like carrying & climbing a ladder with a chainsaw to prune our maple out front, nor do I wish to hunch over my table saw for hours to work on my daughter’s Taekwondo belt display (which requires a certain level of precision which my current mood of “fuck it”: doesn’t allow for.) I do not believe I can stand at my bench and measure anything important in my current state. So days one and two of my kids going back to school this week will need to be reorganized to suit my current physical state of being.
That being said I am glad I did some purging and cleaning last week so now that too would have to wait while my back goes from unpleasant to just a general middle aged ache. I can work with an ache, but not outright pain and/or limited range of motion. So no golf or driving range either. Fantastic.
Looks like I’m cleaning blinds, ceiling fans, the floors, and the laundry room to start off my short week. We have back packs found. Lunch bags found. Pencil cases found and filled. I do need to locate the email that tells me which entrance my kids will use when school is in. Could come in handy!
Closing down portions of the cottage went well, until it didn’t. The Seadoo ramps have a small hole in them so they take on water, and us shifting them by hand from off the trailer hit a snag and I was still pulling & lifting, and ‘tweak!’ back is no longer in a good place. So, yeah — that happened around two o’clock yesterday and I have been in some level of pain since. Two pain relievers and a slathering of voltaren got me to sleep in spite and spurts. Better than a kick in the teeth.
This might put a damper on going to the theme park on Sunday if it is still not right by then. We will have to wait and see. I may be on the hook for a night at the Uxbridge fair though, because my daughter made plans with her friend under my wife’s watch, while I was out doing errands, so I don’t know all the details, just that I was volunteered to take her there for several hours late this week. That means I need to text other people because my ten year old is an unreliable source. Not maliciously, just a lack of understanding on what constitutes concrete, and confirmed plans that have been vetted by adults, and aren’t just dreamed up fairy tales told by other enthusiastic children. Some folks talk a lot about doing wild things but have no follow through. It’s a hard lesson to learn. I don’t appreciate other people’s kids winding mine up to just flake out because they are all talk and no action. If we talk about doing something (as a family), we do it. So my kids think that everybody else is the same way, but sadly, they are not. Some kids spin yarns and then walk away, leaving my kids amped up for something that had a zero percent chance of ever happening. It’s not cool. So either we drop everything and try to make a version of it happen ourselves (which never lives up to the wild eyed fantasy other kids have spun) or ignore it and enjoy twenty four hours of moody, tantrum prone children mad at us for somebody else’s failings. It’s awesome! You need to figure out which type of person your friends are and adjust your expectations of them accordingly. Tough to do when you’re just a kid and take everybody at face value.
So yeah — this little back of mine is feeling kinda not right. I toyed with the idea of Robaxacet but I don’t like feeling spacey, and I’m not sure how hurt I am, versus how strong that medication is. I don’t want to overreact by going straight to chemo for a headache, you feel me? It’s not a disk, not the spine, but a muscle I hurt on one side, which has to be the better option, right!?!
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