So, today’s the day when the craziness of flip-flopping between two houses and three cats starts. And it started off with a crash and burn.
The bed I’m sleeping in over at my brother and sil’s house is actually intended for one of the kids. It’s not even big enough to be a twin, so it’s a little small. And it’s on the floor not on a frame. As a result, getting out of bed in the mornings has been quite the interesting endeavor. If there was ever a time I was aware of actually being (technically) middle age, it’s been the past two weeks.
This morning I wake up and roll out of bed only to crash to the floor when I put weight on my legs. Turns out sciatica crept in during the night and it was apparently determined to try to make my day a living hell. I laughed about it at first. It’s been a while since I last experienced sciatica, but even though it was down the outside of my leg rather than shooting pains down the middle of my butt it didn’t much concern me. But I ended up getting that “electrical” shock when a nerve is tweaked that I felt all the way to my sternum. That threatened to set off a cascade of anxiety attacks, which I didn’t have time to allow to get out of control. Thankfully, getting those quieted down is pretty much second nature since I’ve had them for about 24 years, but sheesh!
When I got home and saw my Dorian Gray for the first time in 2 weeks, he wouldn’t shut up for a good 30 minutes. He had to tell me all about his trip down to my parents’ house and yell at me for being absent. Then it thundered and he went off to hide while I took a nap.
It’s going to be a busy night of laundry and work and getting to bed early since I have to be up at the crack of dawn, but with all the goodness coming (not) soon (enough), it’s worth it.
I’m off to hobble to the laundry room.
Send out a search party if I’m not back in ten…