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I had an offer to go up to Lake Tahoe last weekend with a friend and some of her other friends. I turned her down because I feared george would show up and I’d be bedridden in a sleeping bag on a hard floor with all these people I’ve never met before. How embarrassing that would have been.
Turns out, george was a day late. Instead of arriving Sunday, he arrived on Monday. Now, I did have symptoms and aggravating back and neck pain all weekend preceding george, and I required a massage by Sunday night (hooray for my man!) to help loosen the back. George showed up seven hours later.
It’s just another instance of george denying me any fun.
Today I probably could have gotten through half the workday, but I didn’t feel like chancing it. The guilt always sets in when I do that, even though it turns out for the best. I’m about to be on round two of pain meds (which is good, considering I tend to do three to four rounds on a bad day), but I’ve been staving it off to see how much more of this I can take. I’ve come to fear and loathe pain pills. They too have messed up my body.
I had an entire day to work with, but all I could do was sleep for most of it. I bitch about this often - there’s nothing I can do about the fact that I will have downtime, but it never stops me from hating it.
Blah. Just took more meds.