First I'd like to pat myself on the back. I made my personal best beer can chicken tonight. Thank you from the bottom of my happy satisfied (stomach) heart Steven Raichlen. (Also, overpriced organic chicken from Whole Paycheck) I love it when it all turns out perfect.
So, life with my bad back has not been fun. The pain comes in waves and sometimes it gets so intense I think I'm going to pass out. Then 10 minutes later I think maybe it's leaving me and I'm on the mend. Curious. Sleeping is the worst. I can't be comfortable in bed. I wake up every time I move a muscle and have to turn (no tossing!) very deliberately. It isn't restful. It sucks. I'm exhausted from the lack of sleep. Let me paint a one word picture of me exhausted: TEARS. That is all you need to know. I'm either crying tears of exhaustion or laughter tears. Except this time around the back pain is stepping on the laughter tears. It's hard to find things funny. I even stopped laughing my head off over Mindy Kaling's hilarious book which pre-thrown out back had me laughing from the table of contents.
When we moved to new town I found a therapist for Josh. I really wanted to make sure he was dealing with the whole bullying thing from last year. I think he's fine but you know I have trouble breaking up with therapists. He still goes. Anyway, the therapist has a cute little waiting room and in this cute waiting room she has a coffee maker. It's the kind of coffee maker that you can choose to make your own individual cup of flavored coffee from. Needless to say, I have trouble sleeping on Thursday nights, and also, avoid the spicy egg nog flavor. Ick. Unless, that is you are a big fan of flavored creamers and then you can mask the coffee taste with something even more artificial than the coffee, which I drink black.
One side effect of this recent overwhelming back pain episode has been the dropsies. The dropsies could not have worse timing since I can not even come close to doing the bend down after drop pick up. I so can't bend to pick things up that every morning I've been walking bear bait along my own front yard until she does #2 just so I don't have to bend over and pick it up Then complete the rest our morning walk with my fingers crossed that she doesn't have another one. I drop a lot while putting on make up. That isn't so bad because I put on makeup before getting dressed so I can pick skinny things like eye shadow brushes and mascara wands up with my toes. I have super talented toes.
So anyway, I was freshly brewed coffee binging while Josh was in therapy this afternoon and naturally, I dropped my cup. Oh yes I did. I spilled coffee right on the waiting room beige carpet. I (attempted to) leaped (painfully) out of my chair to (stagger towards the) grab some conveniently placed napkins, dropped them in the area of the coffee spill and stepped on them, fingers crossed that they would soak up the coffee. Luckily, the waiting room industrial strength synthetic fiber carpet did not stain, except there was a big pile of coffee soaked napkins that needed to magically transport them selves to the trash without requiring me to bend over. It was Lucille Ball comical. There was napkin foot sweeping, there was chair sit. lie, lean, almost tip over and end up on the floor, move. It was ridiculous. Luckily, no hidden cameras. I hope.
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