Wednesday, December 17, 2008

The Rest Of The Story Is That There Wasn't

It was a night from hot, blazing places where Evil lives.

Hubster and I ate dinner with the fam, then decided to go to Wal-Mere to get me some wiper blades for the car. One of mine fell off on the way home. Don't ask me how, it just did.

While we were there we did some Christmas shopping. By the time we got home at around 9 p.m., my knee, leg, foot, hip, and everything else on my left side hurt so much I couldn't sleep.

Until 5:30 a.m.

I took Vicodin. I used heating pads. I even cajoled Hubster into rubbing my foot for a total of 1.3 minutes. I tossed. I turned. I listened to soothing music...over and over and over again. I got up and ate cookies. I took more Vicodin. I stretched. I walked. I played on the computer. I chugged sangria straight from the bottle. I went back to bed.

Nothing helped.

Suffice it to say I have been little more than a zombie today. Also suffice it to say I will be going to bed as soon as I get home.

Tra la, tra la.

Doc got a call from my bleary voice this morning, and he in turn called in a different anti-inflammatory med to see if it helps. I'm picking it up on the way home.

There will be no shopping tonight. There will be no cleaning. There will be no computing. There WILL be sleeping, and lots of it.

And perhaps I'll be human again tomorrow.

One can only hope.


Linds said...

My knee is aching in sympathy. Well, I actually LOOKED at it tonight. This is something I studiously avoid, otherwise known as strong ostrich tendancies. Oh. My. Word. It is larger than ever, and worryingly red and revolting, and oh yes, we do the pain thing here too. Stay off all dairy products. I could not believe how much difference that made.
Sleep well, Chris.

MemeGRL said...

I saw your post over at Shannon's and wanted to come offer my sympathy. My mom died completely unexpectedly in 2001 and the holidays still aren't the same. The "broadsiding" of grief lessens over time but still hits me every once in a while. Hang in there, gather that beautiful family of yours around, and do something for yourself to remind you of your mother--hang an angel ornament or another with meaning to you in a special place, or light a special candle for her. My mother's "signature" at Christmas was a bayberry candle; she used to collect them and tie them on to every gift she gave. Now I make sure I have one to light in her memory and honor every Christmas Eve. Something that brings light and memories of giving is a fitting way to honor my mom. I'm sure you'll find one for yourself, too.
Peace and blessings to you.

Mary said...

Have you considered La Shangria IV?

Before you take this well backed up suggestion - I might just look up Shangria - what is it?

Mary said...

Fair enough - you might want to swap the shangria for sangria ;)