Post by winterwhispers on Apr 20, 2011 18:36:35 GMT -8
I would like to stab my week right in the eye. Okay, I know, weeks don't have eyes. but if they did, I'd stab it with something pokey and extra painful. First: Saturday, okay, not technically this week, but it was the start of shit. I go to start my car and it's sounding even more poorly than usual. I know deep down in my heart, it wasn't going to start again if I turned it off. So what did I do? I ignored the obviously right feeling of stay home and went to the store anyhow. And she wouldn't start. So now I was stuck at the store with the roomie, a full tank of gas and a full trunk of groceries and a car that won't start. We were rescued by my sister's boyfriend, luckily. The next day after breaking a rope twice my neighbor and I successfully towed the car home. Rode the bus monday, that went fine. But then Skye forgot the car was broken and stayed after school for track practice. So I had to scramble and get him a ride. Tuesday, off work, but had to find a way to my appointments in the afternoon. I was in a lot of pain from walking to/from the bus stop and work and home. I can barely move by the afternoon. Secure a ride, then of course child stays after school again. I snap at him and ask him if he'd like me to fucking teleport his ass home. To which he goes "oh, crap, the car. I forgot again!" So I have sis's boyfriend take me to pick him up. Big stress because we were 20 min late getting him. Then Kelly had to walk half way to work. Today, work again, and work sucked. A lot. I had to manually check in 9 boxes of books. I'm on restrictions because I have something effed up going on with my wrist/hand/arm again from repetition at work. Yea. L & I. ugh. So with these restrictions, not only am I not supposed to lift the boxes, I shouldn't be scanning them either because of the repetitive motion. fyi, 9 boxes of books is over 150 books. So then I had to leave my hellish day at work (had to call the help desk because the boxes of books should have had a singular bar code on the outside that checks everything in the box in at once. The guy laughed at me and told me to do it manually. Yeah, laugh it up asshole. You're not injured in your dominant hand. I wound up having to leave work a half hour early and run for the bus to get to my occupational therapy appointment for my hand. Then I was stressed out because I didn't have enough money to get all the way back home and a friend from work was bringing her stepdad over to look at my car for me (he's a mechanic by trade). So anyhow, another co worker/friend came and rescued me from having to walk so far home. Hero status for today. Because my fibro is just doing it's thing this week. I really think it gets worse the more stress I have. Luckily today, Skye remembered to come home instead of staying after. Thank goodness. I couldn't handle any more stress. Now just to get through tomorrow and figure out a way to get Felicity on Friday. I need a serious calgon take me away moment. Or a sit in a hot tub and a 2 hour massage. Oh, and my restrictions were actually increased for my hand. No lifting or pushing/pulling/grasping more than 5 lbs. Yeah, right.