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right. so i've been sick all week. snot factory status.
i went to bed tuesday at 6pm and still felt like crap on wednesday.
i'm going to assume that this is contributing to the increase in pain in my back and (yay!) shoulder again.
i woke up today convinced it was monday, and pissed off because of it. then i realized i was already 3 hours late for work and actually felt a little anxious (which is completely unnecessary since work is a joke these days). just before i raced out of bed i realized that it's only sunday, which made me feel better, but just a little.
in other news, i decorated my apartment yesterday, so it at least *looks* festive in here.
so far, the pilates i'm learning from my physical therapist (for my back) seem to be more like klegel exercises - lots of hip thrusts and gyrating.
someone keeps stealing my sunday paper. what the fuck? go buy your own damn paper. it's not like it has anything particularly interesting in it anyway. 3 out of 4 weeks now. i keep complaining to the subscription dept since the delivery guy leaves it outside the building instead of bringing it to my door. today, i also posted notes asking the thievery to stop. the only time i actually got the paper was last sunday when the fucking delivery guy woke me at 7am by ringing my buzzer after he dropped off the paper. he called back and woke me again 2 hours later to see if i had received my paper. all fun and games especially since i had gone to bed at 5am.
oh, and while helping my mother set up her christmas tree today, i got poked in the eye from one of the branches. it's still blurry. i probably scratched my freaking cornea or something like that. glad tidings and joy....
i went to bed tuesday at 6pm and still felt like crap on wednesday.
i'm going to assume that this is contributing to the increase in pain in my back and (yay!) shoulder again.
i woke up today convinced it was monday, and pissed off because of it. then i realized i was already 3 hours late for work and actually felt a little anxious (which is completely unnecessary since work is a joke these days). just before i raced out of bed i realized that it's only sunday, which made me feel better, but just a little.
in other news, i decorated my apartment yesterday, so it at least *looks* festive in here.
so far, the pilates i'm learning from my physical therapist (for my back) seem to be more like klegel exercises - lots of hip thrusts and gyrating.
someone keeps stealing my sunday paper. what the fuck? go buy your own damn paper. it's not like it has anything particularly interesting in it anyway. 3 out of 4 weeks now. i keep complaining to the subscription dept since the delivery guy leaves it outside the building instead of bringing it to my door. today, i also posted notes asking the thievery to stop. the only time i actually got the paper was last sunday when the fucking delivery guy woke me at 7am by ringing my buzzer after he dropped off the paper. he called back and woke me again 2 hours later to see if i had received my paper. all fun and games especially since i had gone to bed at 5am.
oh, and while helping my mother set up her christmas tree today, i got poked in the eye from one of the branches. it's still blurry. i probably scratched my freaking cornea or something like that. glad tidings and joy....