You know how some know-it-all people who have medical degrees and lots of letters behind their names like to tell you they are right. Well, I’m not talking about ME, thank-you! I only have two measly letters, R-N and I’m here to tell you some days I just don’t have the answer. Okay. MOST days I don’t have the answer. Do you think I could reach 3 octaves on the piano with my tush if I had all the answers?
So last week was a little overwhelming with life and schtuff and really…NOTHING! My family is happy and healthy. God bless them *patoohee* (That was me spitting for good luck. Fine. I won’t do that again) I really have nothing to complain about. Life is grand. So why does my body think I’m uber-stressed out?
Let’s just say, this morning I get in the shower, and as I’m writing on my Shower Notes my next blog post, article and book idea (hot water gets mah brain racing), I feel a pinch in my neck. Whatever. I’m working in the shower and have a full hot water heater waiting for me and my shower-writing is going great. Stretch it out a bit and it will be fine.
Hello, darkness my old friend. I’d love to shove you down the holes in the shower drain. How many times a year do people throw their neck out? I don’t know!! I’m asking YOU. I SAID I don’t know all the answers!! Apparently, I’m a little testy when I’m hurting. I apologize, but…
Like we say in the medical field, “Somebody better up that girl’s meds, and quick!”
Unfortunately, I won’t be medicated until the children are asleep and my uncle Jose Cuervo will come for a visit. Uncle, please bring your niece a lime! So until then, I will take a few more Advil, apply ice and count the minutes until tequila sundown.
Nurse Mommy does not recommend Uncle Jose Cuervo for persons under the age of 21 in the United States.