Every morning, I set out to do a gazillion things. The possibilities are endless, and even the sun was shining in this cold Hades of Chicago. I got up, got dressed, and set out to go to my therapy. And as I was starting my car, I noticed this sharp pain on my neck. Great, I slept crooked. No big deal. And the gas needle is nearly on empty. Okay.. I will stop by the gas station on the way to therapy.
But getting off the car to fill up the tank proved to be quite the task. My plantar fasciitis attacked. And the neck, oh the neck. Nevertheless, I could see an ad for coffee at the store, so I limped my way to the coffee. And I saw a deal… coffee and donut for $1. Not bad… Not the best breakfast, but it will do… cheap, effortless, and while not so healthy, yummy.
With renewed energy, I trampled my way to therapy.
That went well.
Then, on the way back, I stopped to get a little something for Valentine’s Day for my husband. And then I drove back home… only to find out that he himself hasn’t been feeling well. I made something to eat for both of us… and then this thing called “running out of energy” happened. So I sat down on the couch and watched an episode of Happy Endings (shame they canceled the show).
And then my husband magically felt better, and asked me to help him tape this huge package that we are sending some friend of his. So I went and helped. My neck and foot, still stiff.
Failed attempt. UPS won’t take such an enormous package… we need to call freight. Really? All that extra effort getting the damned thing ready and for nothing. Well, not a huge deal, I somehow got some renewed energy, but now my back was hurting, too. Neck, foot, back. So I ran and took a pain reliever. Didn’t help much.
Then we went grocery shopping, because we are entertaining a couple of friends tomorrow (which means I gotta cook!)
And by this point, I got a migraine. So migraine, stiff neck, stiff foot, painful back, low energy, tiredness, and a general sense of malaise.
And I still had to do dinner… but the hubby made my night… he told me not to worry about dinner.
I still feel like crap, but now it’s time to start ending the day so that I can start recharging for tomorrow. It will be a long day. I just hope this is not the presage of a flare up. That, my friends, would really suck.
But I won’t let it get me down.