Banner Week For Health Issues

I’m too tired to be clever with titles today. I’ve got a migraine, one that may have been kicked off as a result of the muscle relaxing injection I got at my 2nd Doc in the Box visit this week, or it might have just shown up because I’m stupid dehydrated and am doing very little to rectify that situation.

Yeah, I know. My own fault. Drink more water, get some more Gatorade or Pedialyte. Stop drinking soda.

Listen. I’m not allowed to have energy drinks for my migraines anymore, so I’ve got to have SOME form of caffeine. So get off my back. I have a soda with ice, a cup of ice, and a bottle of water to my right. I’m sure they will all be finished off before my first relief shows up.

My back isn’t as bad as it has been this week. I’m finally not about to cry because of the pain. Doctors are so terrified these days to prescribe anything painkillery, that those of us now have to suffer. Thanks to all the addict doctors and their addict friends and such assholery.

I can’t really get much of a break. Bad health week means I’m exhausted, in pain, and need extra rest to heal. I feel GUILTY about using my PTO that I’ve EARNED over the past 10 years, I don’t have any money and no real desire to work for a vacation, so I don’t claim much time for myself unless it’s Sick Days. But this week? I could actually use a span of time where I stay at home and take care of myself and my home.

But this week? This week starts the vacation exodus for the PART TIMERS. Who’ve already had MULTIPLE vacations this week. Spouses with money, don’t ya love it? Not at ALL bitter b/c I don’t get my birthday weekend off…I was just going to get a colonoscopy that weekend anyway. But my co-manager is off this weekend performing an act of kindness, so I can’t bitch too hard about that, but Minion 1 leaves on Sunday for a week, Minion 2 leaves on Thursday for about a week…and then expects to have more time off for certain other things. Which normally, I would be cool about, but these folks are not about respecting MY time, when I do all that I can to respect theirs. But I’m a salaried worker, so I should just be their slave instead of their manager, right? THAT’S why I get paid the Big Bucks* (*Big Bucks just = the same amount of money every pay period that’s all)

So yay for my birthday fun that will get pushed back a week? Oh probably not. I don’t do fun (well, last year was Waffles and an Escape Room, so that was fun, but maybe not this year). And I just want some time where I have very little responsibility except to myself. JUST FORĀ  A COUPLE OF DAYS.

But nope. I’ll be planning my revenge.

I’m cranky and hormonal and blathery. It shouldn’t take leaving early 4 days to get ONE sick day, yet this is how it goes.


My Last Nerve

Sciatica is the name of today’s game. I went to my favorite Urgent Care yesterday with a vague idea of having a UTI (b/c the idea was planted in my head), but it actually wasn’t a UTI. I’m extremely dehydrated. And my back is killing me. Yesterday it was at a 6, but it’s been at a 12 all day today, making it extremely difficult to move. I can’t stretch, I can’t bend or arch.

And of course, it’s all my fault. I haven’t had enough water, or things to replenish my electrolytes, and I went out in the heat the other day and sweat in weird places and lost all my water while looking through my storage closet. And I guess the moving of the boxes in that storage closet are actually what caused my sciatica to freak out.

So all of that is basically inflammatory to my whole body, which is causing what we believe to be Colitis to freak out as well. So my back and my gut and general being are being attacked.

I’m so so tired, but Nugget wants to go out…I’m thinking that our last tiny car trip to Cane’s for toast and chicken is our last outing for the day. So I’m back in bed, where I’ve been all day, icing and heating my back, chewing on ice, binging The Office. I had a nap earlier, but the two Flexeril I took before my nap are still making me a bit sleepy. I’m yelling about Angela’s baby, creepy Gabe, and wondering who the Scranton Strangler is while my doggo lies on the floor, waiting for her nemesis to appear.

I hope the nemesis stays where she is. I’m tired, and would like to sleep through the night. But that’s a joke. I get up and pee many times. I’m not well rested. Tomorrow is going to suck, for sure.

Bring it on.

There Is No Spoon…At Least, Not Today

I’m so tired. Like, about to fall asleep tired. And it’s all Summer’s fault. The heat triggers the bat signal for my CFS, and as a result, I’m sitting here at work, a little zombified. I did not want to get out of bed today. I didn’t want to wake up. My first alarm, 7:30, is a new addition to the phone’s alarm collection. When it went off, I could barely crack open my eyes. But I didn’t have to, not right then.

So alarm goes off an hour later, and I’m still extremely foggy and my eyes are closed. I try to cuddle with my dog for a little, but she’s ready to go out for a bit, so eventually I drag myself into a sitting position.

That right there? Took 3 spoons from my collection of 12 that I start out every day with. It took another 2 to get dressed and get the dog walked and get to work. The lower back pain I’m experiencing will take another one, so I’m down 50% and my day hasn’t even really begun yet.

Hence the reason I’m sitting at my work computer, waiting for a delivery, scrolling on Twitter or writing this. Or staring at the coconut yogurt I should be eating right now instead of the crushed Sonic ice.

I’ve been extra sensitive to extreme temperatures for the past couple of years, due to the Fibro and the CFS–who knew?–and I get extra freaking tired when it’s just hot. I was born in July, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy July. I used to practically live outside when I worked for Oklahoma Shakespeare in the Park, and the heat SUCKED. Like, bad, but I could take it.

I can no longer take it. I just can’t. I love air conditioning too much. I like being able to breathe, and not sweating out my eyeballs like I did yesterday.

Sunday I spent a couple of hours outdoors in a warmish pool. It was nice. Wasn’t insanely hot or sunny by the time we got out there, but it was fine. I got home and was EXHAUSTED. Yesterday, I go over to my storage unit on a mission, and I’m sweating in weird places, and heavily. I get back to work, drink a bottle of water, pee it out, and sit down, mostly fine.

TODAY, however is another story. Eyes glued shut, back killing me, knees creaking, junk in the lungs, no strength or energy to do much of anything. Including eating coconut yogurt.

I’d better get it in gear. I’ve got a trainee coming in at 11 and I’ve got to be able to entertain him with things to do.