Consequently, my Monday was not as zen-like as I had hoped. I felt totally useless. In retrospect, I probably should have called in and went to the doctor. Though I don't know what the doctor would do to help.
My thoughts were jumbled. I rambled incessantly when spoken to. It took three times longer to provide a written response to anything than I should have.
I moved around as much as possible, trying to loosen things up and maybe make it better. I hobbled along like a wounded handicapped troll. It was not pretty.
It felt like a hot knife in my lower back. A hot lava-injecting knife that causes a line of molten pain to shoot down my leg. My entire day was spent near tears, and it really put a damper on my ability to be a viable employee.
Every time I opened my mouth, I turned into Denis Leary with breasts.
I'm pretty sure I had an angry opinion about everything. I feel badly for my co-workers.
I'm going to dope myself up really well before bed tonight so that I can be sure that I get a reasonable amount of sleep with the hope that I will be able to cope with any remaining pain in a more healthy and less Christian Bale manner.
Here's to learning from Monday and making Tuesday mine!
1 comment:
What is it about boy's bedrooms and throwing backs out!? That happened to me when I was helping my son clean his room a couple years ago. It took a couple of days, but it worked itself out. I agree, though, that it definitly caused my patience and helpfulness (and capability) to be just about nonexistent!
Feel better soon! Don't overdo it and rest! Some wine and and a hot tub maybe?!
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