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Ugh. I hate that "I'm not going to say..." stuff. It's still saying it to say you're not going to say it.
I am awake, and in pain, and I can't take another painkiller, and Advil is crap. And I'm sorry for whining here all the time. I can't really post this on Facebook, because my mom will worry, and I really can't deal with having to reassure my mom on top of everything else.
Hil, it's just crappy that you are in so much pain. And yeah, sometimes dealing with mom is just more than a person can handle.
I took another painkiller. That means I'll be one short, one day this week, but I can deal with that.
I'm calling in sick. I got no sleep at all, and I'm just not going to be able to function like this.
I'm sorry, Hil. I hope you're feeling better soon.
I think I have a uti. I should call my doctor, but it means finding someone to watch F so that I can go in to get a test done. I really hate not being closer to my family and TCG being so far away for work.
How long do I have to wait for my therapist to call me back and reschedule after she was sick before I can call her?
Aw man, Hil, I'm sorry this is an ongoing thing.
sj, I'm sorry that it is so challenging for you to take care of yourself.
I'm sorry, sj. I hope you can find someone to watch F. UTIs are no fun.
My muscles are all really tense. Getting into a whirlpool would help, but I don't have a whirlpool. (That's one of the top things on my list of "Things I will have in my house when I'm rich and can afford to have a house where I can install things." Along with kitchen cabinets that I can reach. When I was 11, my parents totally redid their kitchen, and my mom specifically had the cabinets installed as low as possible. It's so much easier when I don't need to climb onto a stool to reach things.)
I put a call into my doctor. Waiting to hear back.