Another weekend in bed.
I began spotting yesterday at work but ignored it as much as I could. I got through the workday without being in pain. I was actually too hungover to be in pain because I’d gone out for tiki drinks the night before and went overboard again. I slogged through the day as best I could. Working with children doesn’t allow you to take it easy in the least. I still had to run across a playground to get to fighting children before bodily harm could take place. I still had to leap over things in the classroom to get to hurt or frightened children quickly. Some young children just spontaneously erupt into tears before lunchtime - they have such a long day and just can’t take it sometimes.
When I got home from work, my endorphins from work were still going, but I was happy to sit and just zone out on the Internet for a bit. My husband got home from work and we proceeded to get ready to go out to dinner. Suddenly my energy dropped to zero and I thought I might have to go to bed right then and there, but I pushed on.
We had a tasty sushi dinner (yay payday!) and went to see friends for game night. Throughout dinner and game though, I sighed or yawned and was generally not completely there. I wanted to be, but my body just refused to cooperate.
I went to bed as soon as we got home from our friends’ house - just before midnight.
I woke early this morning in pain and confirmed that yes indeed everything was officially flowing and ramping up. Tried to go back to sleep but tossed and turned. Finally got up around 8:30am. Finally gave in to the pain around 10:30am and took a Tylenol 3.
It’s after 11am and I am envious that my hubby is still sleeping in like any sane person would do on a Saturday morning.
I already feel trapped. It’s a sunny beautiful day outside - supposed to be a lovely 70°F, and I can’t enjoy it without the pain and the pain goggles. Vision really does look muted because of chronic pain. It’s totally not crisp and vivid. Even when one is not on pain medication, the world through the eyes of someone in really bad pain is a bit matte and fuzzy, if not surreal, and it sucks.
I’m bitterly jealous that I don’t get a weekend mini-vacation before having to return to work on Monday.
Maybe my hubby will have a cunning plan for us today - we’ll see. I certainly can’t go anywhere on my own. I can barely decide what to feed myself when in this painful state.