Have you ever had loads going on, lots of funny and interesting things surrounding you and you are just too tired to write them down? Yup, that would be me right about now.
I had my first physical therapy appointment this morning with “Charles”.
Traction is pretty cool, actually. The put me in a very tight corset, attached me to a crane thingy and lifted me up until I was pretty weightless, but could still walk on a tredmill. Charles couldn’t quite believe I haven’t had regular treatment with the condition of my back. It will take awhile to get it all better, but I am determined.
We began the “Rip everything to hell” portion of the remodel. We gutted the ancient and gross bathroom, ripped off all the baseboards in the living room and hall and destroyed the tile and bathtub.
It is all such an overwhelming mess I want to cry. We have ONE WEEK. ONE. UNO.
Pray for me. If you can’t do that, send chocolate. Diet Coke, too. Drugs, strippers and rock and roll bands may have to be held in reserve if it gets any worse.
I’ll let you know.