weekend whoops & hereditary secrets revealed
Current mood: restless
i tripped up the stairs saturday morning while getting ready to go to a reunion of the women on my mom's side.i probably should have saved putting my shoes on till i was ready to head out the door, but didn't.so one of my sandals caught on the carpet on my way up the stairs and pulled me forward.i'd have fallen flat on my face had i not caught myself on the banister (which is what i guess they're there for, right?), but still, that unmistakable ripping sensation reverberated throughout my core and made me almost collapse in spite of myself.i couldn't help but cry (i had just started to feel better that morning!).i sat down for a little while and waited for the pain to subside.then, i set about trying to collect myself.i almost called the chiropractor to set up an emergency visit, but decided against it, figuring i'd wait and see if it got better on its own.i took an anti-inflammatory. finished getting ready and left for the party.it hurt like hell while i was driving and for about the first hour or so after i had arrived. then it started to feel a little better.i hope i didn't do any further damage, or re-injure it, or whatever. somehow, i bruised the side of my left thigh, just below my hip, even though i really didn't hit it on anything.
that day, i found out from my aunt michele that both she and my mom (her sister) have one hip that's higher than the other.whaddya know?she had asked me what kind of pain i was having and where, and when i told her, she said hers had been very similar. she said when the doctor showed her the x-ray, he actually put a ruler up and drew a line from one hip to the other. there ended up being about an inch difference between the two. after that, she bought an insert for her shoe for $5, and it made all the difference in the world.5 freakin' dollars.
i may end up getting an x-ray just to see if i have the same thing as both of them. my mom always used to say that it looked like i was holding one shoulder higher than the other, so i wouldn't be surprised. and i'd hate to be getting treatment for something and have it not be the real problem.
a woman i work with asked me how i was today. she's been asking me how i've been every day for the last week, which is sweet, but somehow, something she said this morning made me think a little more deeply: 'think about if you want to have a baby, or if you want to be able to get up the stairs when you're 60.'it's true what they say that you have to live for today, but when you're in pain, it makes it harder to enjoy.i really have to start thinking about how i'm going to care for my body in the long term. there are a lot of changes that need to be made and habits that need to be built, and that's going to mean a huge shift in the way i currently think.
i've been talking to my body lately.i know it sounds silly, but it's what i've been doing.i've been reassuring it that i'm taking the steps needed to make it better, that as soon as i'm able, we're going to get out there and get active again, etc. now that i know what can happen, i don't ever want to go through it again. and i'm going to make every effort to ensure that i don't, damn it.
i've been sleeping real good this week. heavy medicated sleep. the kind of sleep that even alarm clocks tuned to rock stations at high volumes have trouble rousing you from. i can honestly say this morning was the first time i'd ever dreamt to rush's 'closer to the heart'. but i still wake up all stiff and achey, and by the time i get to work, it feels like my bones are grinding on one another. i finally caved and started going to a chiropractor again on wednesday. i had a follow-up appointment yesterday to see how i'd responded to the initial adjustment. if it's any indication, i adjusted a lot better yesterday than i had the day before. for two hours following my appointment last night, i could actually walk on my left leg without limping. but as the night wore on, the pain gradually started coming back, and today, it's as bad as ever (my legs are actually weak from favoring one side over the other). in addition to my lower back/hips, and having knots absolutely everywhere, the guy said my right clavicle is slightly out of place, too. oh goody. i have no idea how i did that.
i so want an electrotherapy machine in my house. i'm quickly becoming addicted to that thing. he hooked me up to it both times i was there this week. i think he probably uses it before every adjustment, but it is the greatest thing ever. last night, he hooked it up to both my hips, laid heat packs on my back, then left me alone for about ten minutes. upon leaving the room, he actually said, 'snoring is allowed,' and believe you me ... i could have easily fallen asleep. i know for sure i drooled a bit.
biofreeze is also wonderful. he gave me a couple small packets of it on wednesday. i used one this afternoon and boy, did it work great. i could actually sit at my desk and get some stuff done without feeling like i was going to die (it lasts about a half-an-hour before the cold starts to wear off). but i'm sad that i've only got the one packet left. and i don't see the guy again until next wednesday. boo. i think you can only buy the stuff through providers (like chiropractors); it's not available through retail. i know he's got one of those big pump bottles at his office. it probably costs a fortune, but if he sells it, i'm totally going to buy some. anything that helps get me through the day comfortably.
’so, sure, we were on something.’
Current mood: crappy
okay, i'm writing this as my meds are kicking into high gear, so if this reads like i'm drunk, you'll know the reason why.
i skipped the pain meds this weekend because i had a wedding and various other things going on for which i wanted to be fully cognizant. the only problem is, now i'm paying the price for it. i actually skipped work yesterday - something i hardly ever do. but i woke up that morning knowing i would be worthless to them, the way i was feeling. and i think the meds must have knocked me out cold last night, because i woke up late and ended up coming into work an hour late this morning (called beforehand, of course). boy, am i lucky i have such a supportive boss.
i hate being out of shape. i hate having absolutely no energy and being crabby and emotional and not myself all the time because of it.
everybody has advice on how to handle back problems. everyone insists that i go back to a chiropractor, or do physical therapy or something. but i know that i can get these problems back under control myself by working out and using those muscles on a regular basis. it's worked before. i just have to stick with it. i want so much to get out there and be active again so i can start making those improvements, but until the inflammation goes down, i can't do anything very comfortably. all i can do is take my medication, stretch, rest and feel sorry for myself.it's quite pathetic, really. i know it's helping. at least i hope so. it did when my neck was acting up back in february. i just wish i could hit fast forward and be back on my bike, or back at the gym. something. i want to get back to doing stuff that makes me feel good.
i really shouldn't be at work at all again today. i have to take the muscle relaxant four times a day, two dose of which i take while at work. i can't answer the phone without sounding like i'm drunk. i keep having to get up from my desk to walk around, which by no means aids my productivity. on the 4th (friday), i took my regular four doses and passed out for three hours in the afternoon. it felt like a complete waste of a holiday.
i hate to sound like i'm complaining, but it's hard to pretend like you're fine when you're constantly in pain. if someone asks me how i am, i tell them, but it makes me cringe to hear them say, 'oh, you poor thing.' i don't want to be the 'poor thing.' i remember what it's like to be physically strong, and i want to feel that way again. i want to be able to do simple tasks without feeling worn out, or wanting to cry.
time to take a break and eat something.
relax, libbey. just relax.
Currently
listening
:
Debut
By
Björk
Release date: 1993-07-13
i first found out about derek powazek when i stumbled across his photoblog, ephemera (now defunct), completely by accident a few years ago. it kept me coming back. he has since been posting photos exclusively over at flickr (which i plan to start doing more of myself soon). once i discovered that, we became contacts, and i have once again been keeping up with his photos, in addition to those from a number of other cool folks. besides that, he does a lot of other stuff. i couldn't possibly explain it in a way that would do it justice, but you can get an idea of what i mean by going here.
he recently got his first tattoo and shared his pre-ink thoughts over at his web site. i can totally relate. i've been considering a tattoo for the last couple years. something small and concealable, of course, but nevertheless an expression of who i am. i keep saying that i'm saving it as a reward for myself for something. but what that something is, i have no idea.
derek says, basically, 'why wait?'
from powazek.com ---
On Permanence and Scars of Choice
25 june 2008
The thing that gives me pause about getting a tattoo is all the awful things I would have gotten tattoos of earlier in life.
Think of photos of yourself in the 80s. Imagine if, somehow, that powder blue Don Johnson suit you loved, the one you wore with a white t-shirt and the sleeves rolled up, imagine if it never came off. It just stayed on your body, year after year, getting fuzzier. Tattoos are like that.
We all have tattoos already, of course. They're our stories, our mental scars. The things we carry around with us, just under the surface. Your first breakup is always there, just around the corner in every relationship that comes after. Tattoos like this may not be seen, but they're just as permanent.
The difference is, a tattoo is outward. It's going to be seen, depending where it is, of course. At the very least, you'll see it, and so will people you love. For some, it is quite literally wearing your heart on your sleeve. It's a small sign to the universe that says, "This is me."
Even if you have no intention of ever getting a tattoo, ask yourself, if you did, what would it be? How do you see yourself? What would be on your sign? It's an amazing mental exercise.
Tattoos are even more complicated for my people. I have family members who had tattoos forced upon them. Their signs were a row of numbers on a forearm.
For many years, I said I couldn't get a tattoo until my grandmother passed. She's still with us, thank goodness, but her memory is shattered. Last time I saw her, she asked who's son I was. If she saw me with a tattoo now, she'd forget a moment later.
When I met Heather, she had a few small tattoos. I thought they were hot. She always talked about getting more, and I was, to be honest, a little uptight about it.
Then we had the miscarriages. And I turned 35. And something changed in me. I could rationalize it as "taking control of our bodies" or some other hippy shit, but the truth is, I don't know what changed. It's still too recent.
My birthday present to Heather this year was a pair of tattoos. They're amazing, and she's not even done yet. Watching her go through the process of choosing her symbols, working with the artist, and committing them to her skin has been an inspiration.
I'm still scared of the permanence of it. But now I see it like this: Life is about collecting scars. Some of the scars are internal, some are external. Some you show to the world, some just to the ones you love. Some are forced upon you, and some you choose. It's the collecting that's important. If you don't have scars, you're not living.
I spent too many years avoiding risk, as if the goal was to leave a pristine corpse. Now I think, maybe it's time to stop waiting. Stop avoiding. Go out there and get a scar to be proud of.
Our tattoos will be different. They will not be forced on us. They will not mean what they meant to my grandparents, or my parents. They will have a meaning that we create, and it's okay if nobody else understands.
My first tattoo will begin this afternoon. It will be my sign to the universe. A scar of choice that I will wear on my sleeve. I still don't know what it means, exactly, but I'll have the rest of my life to figure it out.
remember how i said the aches and pains had returned? well, they worsened over the weekend.my back and hips are giving me major problems. i've been at this point before - where i have trouble bending over to tie my shoes, and i want to cry whenever i drop something because it means that i have to bend over in order to pick it up. it's miserable.the same thing happened about five years ago. i was so desperate, that i accepted my sister's recommendation of her chiropractor, whom she said had worked wonders for her. when he and i had our initial conversation over the phone, one of the first things he said to me after i told him what was going on was, 'sounds to me like your body's breaking down.'
that isn't something you want to hear when you're 21.
i haven't been to him in over three years. i guess it helped when i was going, but i had to go every month.'preventative care', he called it.the biggest problem was that he was in davenport, which is quite a drive for a 15-minute adjustment. now he's moved to colorado and hired someone else to take care of his iowa office. and i don't want to be driving that far anymore anyway. when i was desperate for help, it seemed to make sense, but i just can't justify doing it anymore.
i know that exercise and stretching and all that would help if i would just start doing it again. i'm just not really capable of a wide variety of movements right now.i know it sounds ridiculous, but the stuff that would no doubt help me i'm afraid will hurt me. chad showed me a few stretches before we went biking on saturday, and i think i must have sounded like i was in labor. it hurt doing just simple stretches. chad thought swimming might be a good option (as there's little to no impact), but the problem is, i don't swim. not well, anyway. i'd have to take lessons first. that might be something to consider, though.
i've entertained the idea of using some of my sick time and taking the rest of the day off work. i don't know. i don't feel right leaving for something that's not an emergency. so i probably won't.
right now, laying flat puts pressure on all the wrong places. i might have to start sleeping with a pillow under my lower back until i get these things under control - if i want to be able to get out of bed in the morning without having to ask for assistance, that is.
i'm thinking of taking a little time this weekend to work with norton on a few basic commands. the only thing he's really learned so far is 'sit', and even that takes some effort sometimes.he'll sit, then snort in frustration as if you're wasting valuable time! we've also been trying to teach him 'stay' (which he's kind of started to learn) and 'off' - basic commands every dog needs to know. but he's just so rowdy. he needs to learn to calm down, especially when there are other people around.i've read that if you move slowly when interacting with a dog, it will cause him to slow his movements as well, and as far as i've been able to tell, it works.but not everybody's going to move that way. especially kids. we're hoping to get him to a point where he is calm in every situation - even ones where there are a bunch of kids running around.he's a jumper, too, and has been known to knock chad's 5-year old niece to the ground. we've been hesitant to take him with us to family functions for this very reason, and because of the presence of elderly people (namely my grandma). i decided sunday (father's day) that i was going to go to waterman for the afternoon, and asked chad (who had to work) if i could bring norton along. i knew my brother would be there with his dog, but he was the only other person coming and i didn't foresee any problems, so chad said it would be fine.
so norton and i took off on what was one of the longest drives he's ever been on - not counting when we picked him up from the breeder in davenport last year.he's really never been away from home, except to go to the vet in dixon and to chad's brother's house, which is right across our backyard.so he was understandably nervous.he actually looked like he might crawl into my lap a couple times while i was driving, but he soon settled down a bit and actually laid down shortly before we got to our destination.i'd brought a bag of milk bones with me, bits of which i gave him whenever he did something good.as an example, i gave him a piece when he got both in and out of the car.he did a pretty good job with that; however, once we were inside my parents' house, he about went nutzo on me.all the new sights, smells, etc. made it so he almost couldn't control himself.and when he saw bogart (my parrot), that's all he could focus on for about ten minutes.he got upset because i wouldn't let him get as close as he would have liked, but i did so because i want them to get used to each other from a distance first.bogart's one cocky little sucker, though.senegals are known for thinking they're bigger than they actually are, and have been known to put themselves in some pretty dangerous situations because of it.and he's no exception. he climbed to the bottom of his cage and tried biting norton on the nose!i realized right away that i should have put more distance between them, so i put norton's leash back on and held him back away from the cage, but he kept tugging on it and whimpering, so i backed out of the dining room (which is where the cage is) entirely, and into the kitchen.there was still enough give to his leash that he was able to trail back into the dining room a few feet, but still be far enough away, and he just stood there watching bogart and whimpering.my mom and i started talking and i tried to keep an eye on him, but it was difficult because he was bounding back and forth and pacing around nervously.eventually, i took my eyes off him just long enough for him to leave a poop trail about five-feet long from where he was standing in the dining room all the way into the kitchen.and it wasn't regular poop either.it was what i like to refer to as, 'stressed out soft serve'.
well, because i hadn't seen it happen, i didn't feel right scolding him, so i put him outside instead and proceeded to clean up the mess.then i blocked off the dining room with a couple of overturned chairs so he couldn't go in again.that was pretty effective in making him lose interest. why didn't i think of it before? anyway, soon after that, my brother arrived with jax (his female pitbull), and the two got introduced.there was a short period of sniffing, snapping at the air and growling, then the two became best buddies.we went outside with them several times throughout the afternoon and they chased each other around the backyard.jax would actually tease norton with her toys - dropping them at her feet and making like she was giving him a chance to take them away from her. and when he would make grab for them, she'd snatch them up and run off.it was pretty freakin' hilarious.
all in all, norton had four accidents that day.i already mentioned the first.the second happened soon after jax arrived; he got all wound up again and peed on the floor when no one was looking.and again, because i didn't catch him in the act, i didn't feel right scolding him.mistake?who knows.the other two were strange, to say the least.they happened when we were all sitting outside on the deck.the two dogs were getting visibly worn out and were staying more or less on the deck with us at that point.we were all talking, when suddenly, my brother jumped up and pointed at norton.he was peeing on the deck, but that wasn't all.he was walking around while he peed.he walked a full circle, then stopped, looked up at us and continued peeing, almost as if he didn't realize what he was doing.i never would have thought he'd have that much pee in him.i had to imagine that his accidents were due to the new environment, because he had never done anything like it before.not at home – not ever.i mean, sure he's had accidents in the house before (although not in a long long time *knock wood*), but never like that.my brother actually snapped a picture of it because it was so disturbing and hilarious:
'modern art,' we called it. and he did the same thing again about a half hour later, too.it was shortly after that that i decided it was time to leave.i could tell he was exhausted because he laid down almost immediately once we were on the road, and stayed on the edge of slumber for the entire trip home.as soon as we turned onto our street in dixon, though, he perked up again.i think he knew we were close to home.boy, did he sleep good that night. and there haven't been anymore accidents like the ones that happened that day.
what it boils down to is that he just needs to get out more, although i think it was probably a mistake taking him as far as i did the first time.it might be better to start out taking him on short trips, then as he starts getting comfortable with riding in the car and being away from home, we can gradually start making the trips longer and longer. maybe we can drive him to the park this weekend, or something, and take him for a walk. get him out of the house, but not too far away. if the weather cooperates, that is.
... i've been slacking something terrible when it comes to my workouts.ever since we got back from tennessee last month, i haven't been to the gym.not once. vacation lag? who knows?all i know is that i've been paying the price for it.the aches and pains i'd somewhat gained control over have returned full force, and my tummy's been giving me hell (haven't been eating the greatest lately).i'm considering checking out the Y in dixon to see what their minimum membership is.i don't live there yet, so i obviously can't be going every day.but maybe if i could pay to go one or two days a week, then by the time i do move, i might like it enough to get a full membership.we'll see. i got my bike back from the shop yesterday. biking is something i truly enjoy doing, but i think i enjoy it more when i've got someone to ride with. i'm able to maintain a steadier pace, or something. chad and i rode together a bunch last year, and it was great. we're actually planning on doing it tonight! there is also a group in dixon that meets once or twice a week to go riding. chad went with them last year from time to time, and plans on doing so again. i think i might try and join them, too, when i can. i definitely need to start doing something again.i know i know. how many times have i said that before? edit --- turns out i need to take my bike back to the shop. it's not working right. pfft.
wedding plans update --- we put deposits down on the ceremony and reception locations last week.with those two things out of the way, we can now start pinning down details. we used google docs to help plan our vacation, and it worked really well, so it should come as no surprise that we're using it for the wedding as well! our guestlist, budget and various other planning is all being done in google docs. we also started a joint savings account last weekend with the mindset that we would be paying for the wedding ourselves.now, whether or not that's going to be the case, i don't know. but better to be prepared, right? if it doesn't all get put toward the wedding, it will certainly come in handy for something.
the next thing will be to have a get together for our parents (they haven't met yet).my mom actually offered to host said gathering, and it should take place early this summer sometime. i'm really looking forward to it. i think they'll get along great!
i'm also looking forward to the point when chad and i can start having company over. i think i mentioned this briefly in my last blog, but we both have been working really hard lately on making the house presentable. like i said before, it's coming along. i definitely see barbecue parties in our future.
and finally, after debating it for months, i broke down this weekend and bought a nintendo DS lite, along with the game you see below. and yeah, it's pretty kick ass.
it'll be a while before i spoil myself like that again. well, okay. i did visit game stop yesterday and pick up a couple more games ... and a travel pouch. but that's it for a while. there's actually a new game (if it can even be called a 'game') coming out next week called 'My Weight Loss Coach.' it basically plays the role of personal trainer/nutrition journal, and comes with a pedometer that tracks how many steps you take during the day. you then plug the pedometer into your DS and it tells you how you did. it's supposed to help you improve your habits.
i don't know why, but this weather's really been kicking my butt. i don't usually have a problem with rainy weather - not even heavy storms like the kind we've been getting lately. i love the stuff - most of the time. for some reason, though, yesterday, it dragged me down so much that i just wanted to cry. that's why i was so glad when chad suggested we go out to lunch. once we got out of the house, i started to feel a lot better, and when we came back, i put my little burst of energy to good use by tidying up and vaccuuming the living room (nothing like a bag change to make your vaccuum work like new! it actually pulled the dents made by the lazy-boy up out of the carpet! WOW!).
the house is coming along - gradually. as far as the outside goes, we dug a garden a few weeks ago, and now, with all the rain we've been getting lately, all the veggies we planted are sprouting! yay! the only problem is, there are maple trees all over our neighborhood, including a BIG one that stands right on the edge of the yard, which means we have a shitload of those little helicopter seeds all over the freakin' place. not only do they clog up the gutters, but if you don't get to them right away, they start sprouting baby trees. i plucked a few dozen from the garden yesterday.
inside, it's a matter of finishing/fixing up all the 'home improvement' projects the previous owner half-assed before he left. one thing at a time. we installed a ceiling fan in the kitchen on friday, and it looks really good. the spare bedroom is coming along nicely, too. with the floor in there somewhat cleared, we were able to bring in the vanity dresser chad's brother gave him, which had been sitting out in the garage for a few months. chad also put up a couple shelves on either side of one of the windows in there last week. they're mainly aesthetic; you wouldn't want to put too much weight on them, but i think they'll look really nice once the room is finished (heck, they look good now!). note: what we consider the spare room used to be a little girl's room, so if you don't mind the faerie wallpaper and rainbow/unicorn switch plate, it should be pretty cozy if you happen to stay over. i imagine there will be more updates in the future, but for now, all we're worried about is getting it to a point where it's functional. next is to go through our stuff (both of us) and decide what/what not to keep for the house. i'm talking clothes, kitchen and other random stuff. what we'd really like to do is either have a garage sale, or find someone we know that's having one and set up a table of our own there. anyone having/know of anyone that's having one? let me know!
the biggest issue we're facing right now is the fact that we've been getting water in the basement. turns out chad's intuition about it was right. the previous owners painted three feet up the wall with waterproof paint. he's thinking they only painted it that high because they thought the water behind wouldn't rise any farther than that. well ... it has. obviously. he said that even with the couple days of rain we got last week, the basement stayed bone dry. the reason for this, he thinks, is that the water had had a chance to drain down for whatever reason, and therefore, was within the waterproofed area. but with all the rain we got this weekend, it filled up again and ... lo and behold ... wet basement ... again. chad actually drilled a hole at the base of the wall yesterday, then called me downstairs to look. water was gushing out (which was exactly what he thought it would do) and heading for the drain in the floor. it's really only a problem when we have really heavy rain, but all the same, it needs fixing.
we're actually looking into waterproofing the basement, which involves drilling a bunch of holes along the base of the wall, then setting up a drainage system (or hollow baseboard). this would give the water someplace to go (whether it be the sump pump or drain) rather than just out onto the floor. and it should keep it cycling continuously, rather than give it a chance to build up. of course, we'd want to do it during a dry spell, so who knows when that will be. but it is something we'd like to get done as soon as possible.
anyway, that's kinda where we're at now. oh, and the position i applied for at sauk didn't work out. ah well. gotta keep on keepin' on. chad suggested using the address i will be living at rather than the one i'm living at now. employers might be looking at that and deciding i'm too far away, or something. we'll see.
Currently
listening
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Flight of the Conchords
By
Flight of the Conchords
Release date: 2008-04-22
i had the strangest experience while driving to dixon after work yesterday. i had andrew bird cranked up on the stereo and was chugging along, singing my head off, when all of the sudden, i was smacked upside the head with a memory from my childhood. no warning. it just kinda interrupted what i was doing and insisted that i pay attention to it. the memory was of my grandparents taking my brother and i strawberry-picking, and what was even stranger was that while i watched the movie playing in my head, i was subdued by the seemingly substantive smell of strawberries. it was so strong, you would have sworn there was a patch somewhere near by.
so it should come as no surprise that i now have the desire to go and pick strawberries. i want to get down in the dirt between endless rows of plants, their stems bowing under the weight of their ruby prize. i want to pluck and eat the fruit at its freshest and feel like i'm getting away with something. i want to see my hands stained red.
i never would have imagined that i'd actually enjoy a show that had to do with cars ... that is, until i saw top gear the other day.
from BBC America:
Miles away from earnest road tests or statistics, here cars are just a starting point for the adventures of three refreshingly irreverent hosts. The tall and witty Jeremy Clarkson leads the trio with his heavy right foot. Richard Hammond is the feisty daredevil with soap star looks. James May (aka Captain Slow), with his amiable shaggy dog appearance and wry humor, is the show's third host.
Top Gear takes extraordinary and ordinary cars to the limit and beyond to find out if they're as good as their manufacturers claim. Full of extreme stunts, challenges, and weekly features, Top Gear is exciting, inclusive, and passionate – there are no boring stats and impenetrable conversations about camshafts and tire pressures. But it is the sharp wit of Jeremy, Richard, and James that make it more than just a motor show.
perhaps i like it so much because it reminds me of mythbusters.
it could also be because it's british (hee hee).
here, the boys set out to make amphibious cars and actually sail them. great stuff.
Currently
listening
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Armchair Apocrypha
By
Andrew Bird
Release date: 2007-03-20
restless
uncomfortable
but i still wake up all stiff and achey, and by the time i get to work, it feels like my bones are grinding on one another. i finally caved and started going to a chiropractor again on wednesday. i had a follow-up appointment yesterday to see how i'd responded to the initial adjustment. if it's any indication, i adjusted a lot better yesterday than i had the day before. for two hours following my appointment last night, i could actually walk on my left leg without limping. but as the night wore on, the pain gradually started coming back, and today, it's as bad as ever (my legs are actually weak from favoring one side over the other). in addition to my lower back/hips, and having knots absolutely everywhere, the guy said my right clavicle is slightly out of place, too. oh goody. i have no idea how i did that.
crappy
groggy
and he did the same thing again about a half hour later, too.
thirsty
there's actually a new game (if it can even be called a 'game') coming out next week called 'My Weight Loss Coach.' it basically plays the role of personal trainer/nutrition journal, and comes with a pedometer that tracks how many steps you take during the day. you then plug the pedometer into your DS and it tells you how you did. it's supposed to help you improve your habits.
mellow
nostalgic
amused
