I don’t really care, Margaret

That line has nothing to do with anything I might write, but it’s been making me snicker all afternoon. I’m pretty tired so it doesn’t take much right now, but it’s just still funny. (If you don’t get the reference, it’s J.D. Vance talking to some interviewer who keeps talking over him and being rude)

My back and left leg have been giving me issues lately, the last round of shots honestly seemed to make things worse – which I discussed with my doctor last week when I went for my post shot checkup. It’s never had this effect before, it’s been a couple days of “drunk legs” and then back to feeling pretty good. This time, it’s increasingly drunk (weak) legs, and lots of aching – to the point where it wakes me up a few times each night.

She prescribed a round of prednisone, which took down the ache but hasn’t done much else, and physical therapy to start on Wednesday. And I’ve been doing okay. Not great, but okay. I need to walk, but when the paths are covered with frozen footprints, I’m not gonna chance breaking a hip and I have nowhere to walk other than the local parks. Yes, I live on a country road, and everyone has a dog and most don’t stay in their yards when someone walks past – I don’t fear any of them, I doubt they’d bite, but they might knock me over and I’m pretty sure it won’t take much for me to break.

Last night I got into bed, feeling thankful for every pain free moment, and there were a lot yesterday. I sat on the bed, turned to get my lotion, and felt something pop. Pain shot down my leg. It eased within a few minutes, but I was afraid to go to sleep because I knew I’d wake up and not be able to move. I had to be up early, couldn’t sleep, and this morning it was painful. I hobbled like a 90 year old woman.

But I kept moving.

As the day progressed, it got better. Tomorrow I have the chiropractor and he’ll put as much of me back together as he can. Meanwhile, I’m babying myself big time.

In other news, we now have about 50 lbs of beef in the freezer because the farmer up the road butchered and was selling beef for a really good price. I have plans! This is so much better than anything you get in the grocery store, next to no fat, just lean meat, and the taste is amazing. I will be doing a roast next weekend, for sure.

The first week of classes is done and it’s gone well. Started the second week today, which was why I was up at the crack o’dawn. I have class – well, I always have class, I AM a princess – at 9, then again at 12:30, and then a faculty meeting at 2:30. I have emails I should answer but I’m done for the day. I will take care of that stuff tomorrow.

Maverick has decided that the hounds of hell are in the front field and it’s up to him to bark until they leave. The only thing that will get him to come inside is the promise of a Pupperoni. I am not above bribery.

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12 Responses to I don’t really care, Margaret

  1. Bitey Dog's avatar Bitey Dog says:

    Ouch! I hope the chiropractor can help straighten things out for you. Does ice help? Sometimes low tech treatments work the best.

    Do you use a walking stick/trek pole? It might help with stability and balance. I’ve been getting antsy from not being able to get enough exercise too. If things warm up as forecast, maybe you can get back out there by next week!

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  2. Bitey Dog's avatar Bitey Dog says:

    (Loved that Vance interview too!)

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  3. LDSVenus's avatar LDSVenus says:

    Sorry that you are in pain. I’ve discovered that getting old sucks, yep that is what I’m sticking with!

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  4. I feel your pain or rather felt your pain several times in my life. I hope you get some relief soon.
    And your pain is the worst pain in the world…just like mine.

    I ❤️ JD.

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