This morning, there is minimal back pain and only a little tingling, stinging in the right ankle area. I feel well enough that we're venturing into The Outside World. Namely, Toddler Zone for the kids this morning and to drop off a large donation of child related stuff (outgrown disposable diapers, wipes, bottles and crib sheets) to the homeless shelter.
I'm glad you're feeling better, this morning. I'm will not nag you about your plans, even though I want to, because I'm glad you're feeling well enough to consider these plans.
OK, surely one of the bitches out there has broken her tailbone, and can tell me what that would feel like. Because, OW, I'm worried I might've.
I've never broken mine (that I know of). I've bruised it (or assumed that's what I did), and it hurt like hell for a few days. I was a kid then, though. Since you're an adult, you might want to get it checked out, if it bothers you for much longer.
Cashmere, I am glad you're feeling better, and I hope it lasts.
Cash - glad that the pain is lessening.
Toddson - congratulations!!! Whoo hoo!
Yay for less pain, Cash! And bravo to you for braving Toddler Zone.
Glad you're feeling better, Cash!
I'm at the Burbank airport awaiting my flight up to Eugene to see the NIECEY! I am done with school for quarter! I got an A in my Metadata class and my professor (who I really loved) wants me to stay in touch and possibly work together at some point!
This post brought you courtesy of the exclamation point.
and now I'm hopelessly earwormed with the Wassail song.
I hate you. I mean, I love you, but I hate you right now.
I picked an excellent time to travel. The airport is absolutely dead because everyone is traveling next week.
Cash, so very good to hear there is less pain this morning.
Todd! Congratulations. Can you come give me lessons on how to lose 20 pounds? I need someone to hold my hand or I'm never going to do it.
brenda, your boss irks me. I've got a coworker who's very petite. Wears either a zero or a girl's size 14! Complains that she gained 4 pounds (to a high of 112) and she's fat. There's times I just want to stomp her into the ground. But I like her, so I don't. We all have our body issues and if that's hers, I gotta let her have them.
and now I'm hopelessly earwormed with the Wassail song
And now I'm thinking about the Claymation Christmas special that I have on DVD at home, and all their mispronunciations of the lyrics, and now I want to go home and watch it.
Here we come a-waddling....
