Well, the PT people are trying to be nice to me. When I told her that my pain was a 15 and I seriously contemplated letting my 13 year old drive me home on Tuesday, they said they were going to 'take it easy on me'. This involved working that muscle until I wanted to punch the girl in the face, putting some biofreeze on me and taping me into a less precarious position. I've compared my pain to childbirth. Kathy says I'm forgetting what childbirth pain is like. I think everyone is underestimating how bad this really is for me. Yeah, I'm here. Yeah, I'm walking and talking and all that jazz. But when I'm alone, or semi-alone like I was on the ride home with Alex on Tuesday, I'm bawling like a baby, literally doing lamaze breathing techniques and screaming 'give my daughter the shot' if you know what I mean.
ANYWAY...enough about that crybaby bullshit. On to more fun topics.
My diva-girl Mandisa got voted off idol and I'm so sad.
Owen had his very first baseball practice yesterday and he's ecstatic.
We're having a 'Rock the Vote' fundraiser for my girl Cyndi at the Boundary Waters Lodge in Demotte. $5 cover for anyone who would like to attend! My letter to the editor supporting her made it in to yesterday's Enterprise. Good times!
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Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body
starts falling apart.
-Caryn Leschen-
Truer words were never spoken.
Kathy and I just said this same thing yesterday!
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