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I appreciate your acknowledgement of my distress and helping me validate that it is REAL although surely not spectacular.
Unfortunately for myself, I suck at this thing called life and I am not actually the type of person who actually
does that. But believe me sometimes it's nice to dream about if I did to feel better.
Also doesn't help I tried multiple times over the weekend to go to the doctor and the CoVid lines were so long they don't even have parking available a half hour before they open. Found somewhere elses that seemed to not have a line, filled out paper work but they were calling people when it was there turn so four hours later they call me 10 minutes before they close. I was like, nah I'm not getting dressed to come back.
Fortunately I can finally brush my hair again and although I am still in pain, it is better than, and I have more motion, than last week.
Just so aggravating, I'm not even healed yet, and I still had to work another 11 hours today. Although I did walk away to pace a little for lunch this time.
Not that I was asked to do anything extra, but if I don't I'm the one who is screwed as future MadamMeow. So I kind of have to.
But I am proud that because of my injury, I did not partake in 3+ more hours of over time I had looming over me this weekend to do a time consuming part of my old job getting certs out for customers.
I feel like a rebel for having said "fuck it".
(It's just sitting there to do over Christmas and not going away *cry*)
But I will definitely slide on into your pms if I change my mind.
And I get one mildly amusing chuckle from where my husband is dropping me off at the salon for the hair wash and he's like, 'Dear Santa, my cooking machine is broken. Can I have a shiny new one?'.
LOL