Despite my ever effort to the contrary, every night I perform worse in QC at the Bizzy Hizzy. I start strong and on target, but somehow by lunch I’m falling behind.
And after meal I’m in pain and feeling tired and defeated. So it gets harder and harder to catch up. I feel unseen and lost.
I woke up today determined to achieve greatness— I did a small strength training exercises and some physical therapy stretches for my lower back.
Dressed a little edgier than I usually do and took the teens for coffee…
After all, I found a coupon.
Stopped at CVS to take advantage of their buy one, get one 50% off over-the-counter painkiller promotion ( and paid with my health savings account debit card). I put my faith in naproxen sodium and a good attitude.
The pain was bad tonight, even with the naproxen sodium and I almost cried a couple of times, perhaps due to the emotional frustration more than the pain. Or it could be because my period is due tomorrow and I heard Wilson Phillips on the warehouse radio “Hold on.”
“Hold on for one more day.” (If you don’t know the song… Wilson Phillips “Hold on” on YouTube)
“Break free from the chains.”
I finally leave the building and the snow is falling faster than I can brush it off my car. I take the highway home hoping the state will tend and clear it.
The snow plow was behind me.
Directly behind me.
Got home, barely made it into the garage, shoveled.
And poured a stiff drink.
In the morning, I am giving a friend a ride to the doctor.