I can't remember who said it first, but life is just one goddamned thing after another.... Yesterday about 13:00 I helped lift a patient from a wheelchair onto a cart in ultrasound. As I was lifting the lady, I felf a little twinge in my right leg, but it wasn't bad... but it was bothering me a little more as the day wore on. And I figgered that last night when I went to bed that a good night's sleep would take care of it. Wrong. About 04:30 I had to pee... and I just barely made it to the bathroom. Went back to bed and tried stretching... a very painful procedure, and one that didn't work. About 06:00 I decided t'hell with it, it wasn't gonna stop me from going to work... I gritted my teeth and made it up the stairs and started getting dressed. It took me more than a half-hour to decide that this just wasn't gonna work, so I called a co-worker to come in early and then I called in to a supervisor and went back downstairs to bed. Karen was just stirring when I got there, she and Lacee are going to KC today just for fun. I talked her into getting my cane out of the shop for me, that makes getting around a lot easier. And I took a coupla pain pills and went back to bed, waking about 10:30, probably from hunger. I do think that I'll go back to bed again, though. I heal better when I'm sleeping.... 15:00... It's kinda rainy, there'a a big low pressure system spinning right over us right now, kinda neat watching it on the radar. Nothing big going on right now, but it's somewhat cooler than it has been for the last several days... there was snow in western Kansas when I first looked at the radar.... JD and I brought over the wall-mounted weight set, I need to put it up and start using it regularly, if for no other reason than to keep my back muscles in shape; I'm getting tired of hurting myself every six months or so. Mostly 'cause I don't like the pain, of course... and the fact that it's causing me to lose work time... I don't have that much in vacation days anyway, and I hate to use it for this kinda crap. 17:47... Every time that this happens, I'm thinking that I'm happy that it isn't permanent... 'cause that would suck so much.
and the sight of the living
hate the eyeballs, heh.
Eh, unable to go back to sleep though. I've got the vibrators going on my chair, though, but they're not really doing me any good, I don't think.
the drugs are allowing me to walk now, but i'm walking really carefully... every step is an invitation to pain. I'm going to try to go to sleep now, and hopefully when I awake I will be better...