Ow. I wrenched my back putting my pajama pants on. Did I say “ow”? I’m falling apart. And “ow,” I did it again this morning.
Got up around 7:30 AM. I canceled physical therapy because of my back. I got my groceries, but there was no diet cola in it. I’ll have to stop by the local store.
I didn’t take my CPAP off last night. I kept on waking up but remembered to keep it on. Go me.
I lay down for a while to stretch out my back. It seems to have helped. But it just twinged again. Damn back. Do I need a massage? Do I need to take yoga lessons again? I’m doing some gentle stretches. I booked a massage on the 3rd at 4 PM. Crud, it twinged out again. I need to find my yoga bag and take some lessons nearby.
Zara was calling me, so I went and fed her. “Mom? Where are you?”
I finished a project at work, checking captions and posting slides and recordings for the big online meeting that we had a couple of weeks ago.
I thought about mowing tonight, but with my back, that’s a “no”.
I bought some shampoo and conditioner to fill bottles for my go bag and my trip. (I use some fancy stuff that makes my hair shine.)
Hey yay. So far, no rain is predicted for the weekend. Yard work! Walmart has marigolds for the tomato garden. No rain tomorrow too.
The Week had an article about how more dogs are “left-pawed”. Gracie is. She paws me with her left paw when she wants me to do something. And usually scratches me, sigh.
I’m lying down again with Oliver and Lily. I set my alarm for 8 PM. And I’m trying to conserve caffeinated soda for tomorrow. I wound up lying on my back with my knees up, and Oliver burrowed under my knees. Okay.
Oliver and Lily are playing Chase Me! No, Oliver is bugging Lily. I told him to leave her alone, but he’s not listening to me.
I kind of want to climb Mount Shasta, but 1) It’s very tall, and 2) You have to learn to self-arrest, and I could see freezing up. So maybe not. Mount Whitney? I found a guided tour in which they supply everything, but you have to be able to carry it all in a backpack, so I’d need to do some training. (I’d need to do some training anyway because Whitney is tall!) It’s not going to happen any time soon. It’s tough to train for mountains in the flatlands too.
I’m not going to get the garbage out either because of my back.
Everyone’s fed.
I want to go to bed early and lie quietly to stretch my back. Too bad that I don’t have muscle relaxants. Maybe if my back is still jacked up tomorrow, I’ll go to Urgent Care. But I have piano tomorrow. Busy busy.
Got up around 7:30 AM. I canceled physical therapy because of my back. I got my groceries, but there was no diet cola in it. I’ll have to stop by the local store.
I didn’t take my CPAP off last night. I kept on waking up but remembered to keep it on. Go me.
I lay down for a while to stretch out my back. It seems to have helped. But it just twinged again. Damn back. Do I need a massage? Do I need to take yoga lessons again? I’m doing some gentle stretches. I booked a massage on the 3rd at 4 PM. Crud, it twinged out again. I need to find my yoga bag and take some lessons nearby.
Zara was calling me, so I went and fed her. “Mom? Where are you?”
I finished a project at work, checking captions and posting slides and recordings for the big online meeting that we had a couple of weeks ago.
I thought about mowing tonight, but with my back, that’s a “no”.
I bought some shampoo and conditioner to fill bottles for my go bag and my trip. (I use some fancy stuff that makes my hair shine.)
Hey yay. So far, no rain is predicted for the weekend. Yard work! Walmart has marigolds for the tomato garden. No rain tomorrow too.
The Week had an article about how more dogs are “left-pawed”. Gracie is. She paws me with her left paw when she wants me to do something. And usually scratches me, sigh.
I’m lying down again with Oliver and Lily. I set my alarm for 8 PM. And I’m trying to conserve caffeinated soda for tomorrow. I wound up lying on my back with my knees up, and Oliver burrowed under my knees. Okay.
Oliver and Lily are playing Chase Me! No, Oliver is bugging Lily. I told him to leave her alone, but he’s not listening to me.
I kind of want to climb Mount Shasta, but 1) It’s very tall, and 2) You have to learn to self-arrest, and I could see freezing up. So maybe not. Mount Whitney? I found a guided tour in which they supply everything, but you have to be able to carry it all in a backpack, so I’d need to do some training. (I’d need to do some training anyway because Whitney is tall!) It’s not going to happen any time soon. It’s tough to train for mountains in the flatlands too.
I’m not going to get the garbage out either because of my back.
Everyone’s fed.
I want to go to bed early and lie quietly to stretch my back. Too bad that I don’t have muscle relaxants. Maybe if my back is still jacked up tomorrow, I’ll go to Urgent Care. But I have piano tomorrow. Busy busy.