My warranty has expired
I think the warranty on my body has expired because I have aches in places that have never ached before. My neck has had many problems in the last few years especially when I'm stressed, and I lose mobility in my neck when I'm super stressed. That is elegant, let me tell ya! I look like a crazed robot lady who can't turn her head, plus I'm stressed out and premenstrual, so you had better not say a word. Then there's my toe which I NEARLY broke two weeks ago. I still hobble on it. Add that to the neck thing, and I'm super sexy hobbling without moving my head. Now there's my wrist. It aches and aches, and the doctor says it related to repetitive use (typing and writing - like I'm giving that up). It is borderline tendinitis, and it sucks!
So here's me going through any typical push-open glass door store exit lately:
I slowly limp over to the door, carrying my bags in my one good hand. I stop a pace or so before the door, and turn my whole body (because I can't turn my head) to check my surroundings, then proceed to open the door by pushing on the door with my forearm (because my wrist can't handle the pressure). Suave. Also, I noticed guys don't even bother getting the door for me any more; they seem to back away like I'm Quasimodo. Perhaps it's my foreman on the glass; I probably look like a miniature quarterback pushing through the doorway. Maybe I'm single-handedly (literally) redefining sexy, but the odds are not good.
And I'm only 35!
Do they sell extended warranties on my body model? I seriously think I need to look into that.
So here's me going through any typical push-open glass door store exit lately:
I slowly limp over to the door, carrying my bags in my one good hand. I stop a pace or so before the door, and turn my whole body (because I can't turn my head) to check my surroundings, then proceed to open the door by pushing on the door with my forearm (because my wrist can't handle the pressure). Suave. Also, I noticed guys don't even bother getting the door for me any more; they seem to back away like I'm Quasimodo. Perhaps it's my foreman on the glass; I probably look like a miniature quarterback pushing through the doorway. Maybe I'm single-handedly (literally) redefining sexy, but the odds are not good.
And I'm only 35!
Do they sell extended warranties on my body model? I seriously think I need to look into that.