Lawdy Mercy...

We're having a bit of gender-role reversal at the Bumpkin house tonight.....Hubby K is unloading/loading the dishwasher while I watch my Red Soxs play (don't hate -- they wear hats with big ol' B's on them....that in itself is enough to make me a fan) with my wireless internet that wants to go in and out (MAJOR headache!!)

This has been another week of dealing with my pesky back issues...

BLAH BLAH BLAH -- I'm coming back and editing because I laid out a bunch of mess and y'all don't really want to or need to hear it....so here's the reader's digest version:

let's suffice to say that it's been a week full of really bad pain that capped off today with another trip to the doctor because I was having awful awful pain that turned out to be muscle spasms (you can literally feel them if you put your hand on my back).


So, after we get the pain under control, it's potentially another steroid injection (for the first time, he mentioned that it can be a series of 3 shots) and probably PT. And, that if I don't let this heal and take care of me, it could be a MAJOR surgery (and at 30, I'm not accepting that option).

Changing is always easier said than done.... I've got 30 years of bad habits drilled into me. And a tomboy attitude that says I can and WILL do whatever it takes to do whatever needs done. Add to that a stubborn nature and brut strength and it's a bad combination. (There are a zillion illustrations to this -- let's just say I've toted and carried just as much as any man you've met for my whole life and if you dare tell me I can't or shouldn't carry or move something, I'd do it just to prove you wrong). Don't judge -- we all have issues. One of mine just happens to be that I'm bumpkin enough to think I'm as strong as a man, and preppy enough to try to do it in heels.


Final pout..... we have a Board meeting for work at one of my very favorite places about an hour from the mountains tomorrow. It's at a fun place with fun people. Instead, I'll be working from home and poppin' pills. Not fair!!

A Doozie of a Day...

**WARNING** The following my be incoherent and is definitely a vent...

Since I'm being unsuccessful in catching Hubby K on the phone (he's at work, and I'm sure busy!), I thought I'd blog...

Today's been a doozie...

Have you ever woke up and just *knew* you didn't feel right? Well, this morning, I woke up with a headache and just a general blah feeling. Stayed in bed another 10 minutes and blah turned to nausea. Got ready for work, headed out the door....and just got to feeling worse - and worse- and worse...

Made it about half way to work, pulled over in a furniture store parking lot and the vomiting started...stayed there 10 minutes, pulled it together enough to call into work...and came back home.

So, today's diet has consisted of some Diet Dr. Pepper...a hard boiled egg...and a toasted tortilla (some days gluten free STINKS)....and drugs. Thank goodness for the doctor giving me extra phenergan to have on-hand for days like today. I slept from 11 - 3:30 and still have the headache and other stomach flu symptoms.... BOO GERMS!

I know this *mess* is making its rounds through RTP - but this is ridiculous. I have stuff to do. People to see. A life to live. (yeah - it feels like NONE of that is happening at the moment).

Thursday's are also my WW meeting days. I've been all excited about weigh-in and the meetings this week -- and now I don't feel like going (nor do I want to spread the evil germs). Which also means I've got to go to a different meeting on Saturday (Lord willin')....

GAH - I just want to feel *right* and all better.... *pouts*