| Fogey Soul -
My sister had her baby today! Ivana Jane Class and she’s cute. I feel like I was hit by a mac truck while sleeping. I guess it’s still a good day. -
Don’t want to get out of bed. Don’t want to go to work. Don’t want to be responsible. That is all. -
and then I kinda want to vomit. Not cool. So disappointed. Not something I want to see. Vomit. Vomit. Vomit. Vomit. -
Things are looking up… Completed excited. It could definitely be the 2 glasses of wine talking too. My mom had sent me a couple addresses that she is interested in here in the Springs. I ignored it b/c I haven’t had a lot of time, and the ones she had sent to me before were honestly out of her price range. We went out to eat and were in the area of a couple of places. We loved them!!! They cannot be more than a mile or two from where Cory and I plan on moving to in the next 5 or 6 years!!!! I cannot wait til she moves here! Only one more month of work for her. She deserves to rest and enjoy life. She’s worked her ass off and I can’t wait to share the rest with her. My mom is hands down, the funniest person I know!
And, the doctor said that my sister will have her baby by the end of the weekend! How exciting? I can’t wait to hear the name. I know the middle is Jane after my awesome Aunt Jane. I can’t wait to see pictures.
Today I also went to the chiropractor. I had to fill out my pain assessment that they have you do. I felt comfortable putting down that I’m 30% improved. Some may not think that’s very much, but it’s really only been over the last week that I have improved. I was able to workout this week. Well, I did a 20 min walking workout on the treadmill and my Yoga for Healing video, and my chiro exercises. I might be able to do one tomorrow too. I told the doc that I have been feeling some spasm type feeling in my low back. Not painful, but something I can feel. He said it’s called fasiculation sp?! Could be good or bad. Hopefully it means that the nerves are making new connections to the muscles. Looks like I will have probably 2 more weeks, and then maintenance as needed. I feel good about this. I’m thinking about looking in to deep muscle massage also.
My 1st Anniversary is on Monday and I can’t wait to have a few more days off. Monday we are going to the Rockies game to celebrate, I cannot wait! Then I work 3 nights, the In-Laws come in for the weekend. I might be up for air sometime in the middle of June. I can feel it. -
Another night of 14 hours of sleep. Feeling tired after it. How is that possible? -
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Long night Yesterday was a severe emotional rollercoaster. I discovered at midnight that I hadn’t taken my Paxil which could explain a good portion of the mess. Anyhow. I feel like I’m finally realizing how different my life is compared to what it was 5 years ago, and more so compared to 10. I’m having a hard time giving up on what I’ve wanted my whole life - having kids. I can’t even make it to work. So at what point do I need to change my work schedule? And honestly, if I’m ever not able to work and have to stay home, why shouldn’t I have a child or two? I am definitely not a wonder woman who can handle kids and a full time job - I know that. So I confronted my husband with this. I’m sure it wasn’t put in the nicest way. So I just threw it out there. I’m working for 3 more years, and then we’re having a baby. He responded by saying that he was only going to work 2 more years, then retire and be a bum in Hawaii. Nice. Of course I couldn’t stop crying as I was thinking about how he must think I’m a bum and that he never wants to have kids. He asked if I was ok. That was all. Popped some more Flexeril and an extra Trazodone. I added an extra Paxil this morning. Guess we’ll see what kind of mess I create today. -
FUCKING WALGREENS mailed my scripts to my mom’s house AGAIN! Second time this has happened. Got on chat w/them, after 20 mins I was asked if I knew the person at that address. Told them to get some better customer service skills, as each time this has happened they have asked me to fix it, before apologizing or assisting me. -
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