I took out the trash today..
Aug. 5th, 2008 08:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bluesilverkdgGod, it's been a lovely day
Everything's been going my way
I took out the trash today
And I'm on fire..
I really did take out the trash today, and I kinda wish that I hadn't. I'd finally gotten into this comfortable rut where I wasn't really moving or breathing or doing much of anything else, but I decided that Tuesday is a good day to bake cookies and take trash out. Unfortunately, we have a dumpster here with an opening that's a good four feet or so off the ground. Seeing as I'm just over five feet tall, that's quite a lift to hike it over the edge of the dumpster. Add two heavy bags of trash and we have a recipe for more back spasms.
But the peanut butter cookies were good.
Got an appointment with my massage therapist for tomorrow morning, and I can. not. wait. Seriously, it just can't get here soon enough. I haven't seen my old MT since I left Johnson City in 2002, and she's obviously been a busy, busy girl. The last I heard, she wasn't even dating anyone. Today, I found out that she's gotten married and had a kid. Wow, I feel like such a slacker.
Anyway, hopefully tomorrow I'll be fixed. Or at least, my back will be. I am so incredibly sick of feeling like an invalid. I don't do the whole inactivity thing very well, and I'm a horrible patient (perhaps because I'm...impatient? Ba dum ching.) It's only been two full days that I've been down with my back, but it seems like a week. I can't imagine what I'd do if I was ever seriously injured and unable to move. Go out of my mind, most likely.
Everything's been going my way
I took out the trash today
And I'm on fire..
I really did take out the trash today, and I kinda wish that I hadn't. I'd finally gotten into this comfortable rut where I wasn't really moving or breathing or doing much of anything else, but I decided that Tuesday is a good day to bake cookies and take trash out. Unfortunately, we have a dumpster here with an opening that's a good four feet or so off the ground. Seeing as I'm just over five feet tall, that's quite a lift to hike it over the edge of the dumpster. Add two heavy bags of trash and we have a recipe for more back spasms.
But the peanut butter cookies were good.
Got an appointment with my massage therapist for tomorrow morning, and I can. not. wait. Seriously, it just can't get here soon enough. I haven't seen my old MT since I left Johnson City in 2002, and she's obviously been a busy, busy girl. The last I heard, she wasn't even dating anyone. Today, I found out that she's gotten married and had a kid. Wow, I feel like such a slacker.
Anyway, hopefully tomorrow I'll be fixed. Or at least, my back will be. I am so incredibly sick of feeling like an invalid. I don't do the whole inactivity thing very well, and I'm a horrible patient (perhaps because I'm...impatient? Ba dum ching.) It's only been two full days that I've been down with my back, but it seems like a week. I can't imagine what I'd do if I was ever seriously injured and unable to move. Go out of my mind, most likely.
