F***ing terrible day
Today started off bad, hurting a lot in my leg from my sciatic cist. Had to stay in bed for 10 minutes before I could get up. Had to change my schedule as there was no way I could drive, but had to take the train instead.
As I am getting ready, I break the glass bowl around the standing lamp in my room. I have no time to clean it up, despite glass all over my bed. Due to train and shuttle schedules, if I stopped I would get to work 2 hours later than my already 1 hour behind schedule time. So I plan to clean up when I get back.
I get it at 9. Get a call from the surgery center, as I am having a spine injection tomorrow (yay!). Apparently it is NOT 6 hours, but 8 hours that I have to fast, and recommended nothnig after midnight. This includes water. I had planned to get up real early and have something to eat, because I have to go into work that morning, and my blood sugar would be too low for me to function with the way my metabolism is. Shit.
I leave work at 8pm. Yes, 11 hour day, and having very low blood sugar as I have been only able to have a small snack since my early lunch. Luckily the guy I as working with drives me home, so I didn't have to wait for a train. On my way back I grab a pizza, as I have no time to cook, and my blood sugar is already crashing. Shaky hands, slight depression, irritability, and I can only feel it is going to get worse fast.
So now I get back, and have to clean up the broken glass, with no day light. It was worse than I thought. Remember, this is all with crashing blood sugar, now I am having to concentrate all my will not to break things, slice myself open accidentally with the glass, and keep some form of steady mind about my surroundings. A sharp of glass ends up piercing my under a finger nail. Not a big cut, but blood.
Glass is now in a paper bag, and bed sheet is rolled up to be shaken out. As I go down the stairs I take a tumble, as my leg (remember the leg that has been in terrible pain?) decides it didn't like having all my weight on it. Thank god for reflexes, I grab the banister as I hit the stairs on my side, avoiding tumbling down a staircase with a bunch of broken glass.The inside of my right wrist is now really scraped up from the wooden banister, fingers numb, and back jarred. I limp outside in the dark, throw away the glass, and shake out the sheet.
Get back to my room, and get a small vac to try to get the little bits of glass from where I will probably find them with a hand or foot. I am no really sweaty from the low blood sugar, added in with the standard nerves and tension, and working in my stuffy room. So I go for a shower to rinse off, clean my scraped/cut wrist, and finger. Luckily I didn't injure myself in the shower, which is a good thing, as standing at that point was difficult.
So now I am back, with a really hurting back, hurting leg, and a pizza that is now cold as it took me so long to do all of this. I have until midnight to gorge enough to make my way through tomorrow noon. I have a warm six pack of fat tire, and am curious to see how far I will make through it.
As I am getting ready, I break the glass bowl around the standing lamp in my room. I have no time to clean it up, despite glass all over my bed. Due to train and shuttle schedules, if I stopped I would get to work 2 hours later than my already 1 hour behind schedule time. So I plan to clean up when I get back.
I get it at 9. Get a call from the surgery center, as I am having a spine injection tomorrow (yay!). Apparently it is NOT 6 hours, but 8 hours that I have to fast, and recommended nothnig after midnight. This includes water. I had planned to get up real early and have something to eat, because I have to go into work that morning, and my blood sugar would be too low for me to function with the way my metabolism is. Shit.
I leave work at 8pm. Yes, 11 hour day, and having very low blood sugar as I have been only able to have a small snack since my early lunch. Luckily the guy I as working with drives me home, so I didn't have to wait for a train. On my way back I grab a pizza, as I have no time to cook, and my blood sugar is already crashing. Shaky hands, slight depression, irritability, and I can only feel it is going to get worse fast.
So now I get back, and have to clean up the broken glass, with no day light. It was worse than I thought. Remember, this is all with crashing blood sugar, now I am having to concentrate all my will not to break things, slice myself open accidentally with the glass, and keep some form of steady mind about my surroundings. A sharp of glass ends up piercing my under a finger nail. Not a big cut, but blood.
Glass is now in a paper bag, and bed sheet is rolled up to be shaken out. As I go down the stairs I take a tumble, as my leg (remember the leg that has been in terrible pain?) decides it didn't like having all my weight on it. Thank god for reflexes, I grab the banister as I hit the stairs on my side, avoiding tumbling down a staircase with a bunch of broken glass.The inside of my right wrist is now really scraped up from the wooden banister, fingers numb, and back jarred. I limp outside in the dark, throw away the glass, and shake out the sheet.
Get back to my room, and get a small vac to try to get the little bits of glass from where I will probably find them with a hand or foot. I am no really sweaty from the low blood sugar, added in with the standard nerves and tension, and working in my stuffy room. So I go for a shower to rinse off, clean my scraped/cut wrist, and finger. Luckily I didn't injure myself in the shower, which is a good thing, as standing at that point was difficult.
So now I am back, with a really hurting back, hurting leg, and a pizza that is now cold as it took me so long to do all of this. I have until midnight to gorge enough to make my way through tomorrow noon. I have a warm six pack of fat tire, and am curious to see how far I will make through it.