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I’ve think I may have hurt myself. I mean, I know I’m in pain, I’m just not sure of the source. It was kind of a seriously nutty day, and I do remember saying something like “I think that might hurt later” while running around today.
I had to lift heavy things, drag a dolly up a flight of stairs and run (sometimes literally) all over the place.
Who would have guessed I work in a church.
By the time I got home, I felt like I was being stabbed in the lower back. So I just took every herbal pain remedy (legal in all states and federally) that I have, and I hope something works. It has to. I have to work tomorrow.
I had inadvertently given myself a chemical burn around my eyes by overdosing on retinol ( who knew?). I was trying to reduce some of the redness, puffiness and lizard-leather look on my face when I figured I should turn on my paraffin wax bath. I was pretty excited. I’ve got a hangnail on almost every finger.
It seemed like it took forever to warm up, so I took a shower. When I got out, it seemed weird that there wasn’t much wax in there. It was because it was all seeping through the machine. There was a paraffin puddle on my counter.
I was disgusted. I waited like 4 months to turn on a busted machine. Junk.
At least it was only like $10, which I realize is part of the issue here.
I got my first check today from my second job. It wasn’t huge, but not bad for spending the night at a cranky, argumentative elderly person’s house. I used to do that for my grandma for free. I’ll take it!
At least there’s one thing that I think will turn out. We might be back on our feet by February. That’s much faster than I had hoped.
But Friday is like the new Tuesday. Lame and frustrating.
Stepmemo 