Just more proof that I'll never, EVER qualify as being normal...
(Male readers, for your own comfort, just exit this post now)
Jack's still with his mom. She's lingering, but not for long, and of course it's a most serious time. We've already placed a few phone calls, and will make some more as the day progresses. I really needed to be with him right now. Let's see if I can get there.
I've been sleeping in pull-out beds and easy chairs in hospice. This hospice has comfortable facilities. The other one didn't. I've had a sore back ever since sleeping at the first one on a very hard surface.
I finally got to sleep in my own bed last night...bliss! And this morning, two things happened:
1. My lower back "went out"...or in the words of Emeril, "BAM!!" That's when I started laughing...
2. "Aunt Flo came to visit"... I have irregular "visits" and on months when I do have my periods, they're a doozy. I am now laughing harder. Can I EVEN make it to the bathroom???
We have a rolling office chair, and that's what I'm sitting in now. Only I can't get OUT of it, and I had to creep like a turtle through the house (laughing, I might add) to get to it. Now seated, I have to Fred Flintstone my way through the house barefoot (can't get my shoes on! lol) in the rolling office chair to get around.
Well, at least I already had a shower!
This has happened a couple times before in the past, and there's just nothing I can do about it besides taking anti-inflammatories and waiting it out in bed, (in between bathroom trips) and then do some slow walking to keep my back stretched out and limber. I can't stand all the way up just now...or bend...or much else. Oh glory... (and now I'm laughing some more!)
I must say my back has wacko timing this time.
The irony is not lost on me...I'm imagining people dropping by during this serious time (which could be happening, oh ANY minute now) and finding me creeping through the house inch by inch with my face gnarled up with concentration saying "oooo, oooo, oooo" with each step (in the rolling chair, of course!) wrapped in a loud-colored beach towel and not much else, trying to get back to my room.
Oh yeah...it's the chubby homesteader reality show...
Gosh, better start creeping now. The bathroom's on the other side of the house.