Uggh... today just wasn't a good day, with the exception of the Broncos win over the Patriots, bringing the Broncos 2009 record to 5-0!
I woke up achy - not like sick achy but fibro achy. Le freaking sigh. The achiness turned into full-on ow-inducing pain by about 9 this morning. Ob-freaking-noxious. Here's the really lame part - my back hurts ridiculously bad on the lower left side - lower left sacro-illiac area for you medical types - but the rest of my left side feels fine. My right side hurts in the middle, except it's not really my back, it's my ribs. Dan tried to massage my back for me earlier to relieve some of the pressure and just lightly running his hands over my ribs felt like someone was running a hot coal over them. Go figure. My right shoulder hurts, but that's pretty much a given with the bursitis. I should probably be doing my PT exercises again since it started hurting again but I just seem to forget about them until it's too late. Maybe it's a subconscious thing.
On top of that, something I ate yesterday didn't agree with me - or with girl-child. I think it might have been the popcorn at the theater. I rarely eat popcorn but it actually tasted good yesterday. But last night my tummy was roiling and I ended up actually giving in and taking some Pepto Bismol to try to settle it down some. It was a bit miserable but the Pepto seemed to help. Girl-child can't have the Pepto but I gave her a Rolaids tablet to chew and that seemed to help her, too. This morning we both woke up feeling pretty nauseous - at first I thought mine was just from the pain and discomfort because that happens frequently, but then she told me she was still sick to her stomach, too. The males in the house don't appear to be afflicted. Go figure. Between the tummy and the aching back, I stayed in bed for the majority of the day and even managed to doze off into a bit of a nap this afternoon. Of course, I missed almost the entire first half of the Broncos game, but as it turned out, once I woke up and actually started paying attention to the game, they started playing well. Good timing, I'd say!
Boy-child is driving me batty. He's been going through this ridiculously annoying phase right now where he whine-cries over the littlest thing and when you try to talk to him he either shouts "You're not listening to me!!" or "I don't want to!!" and neither reaction tends to make sense for the situation. I know he's just learning various things and is testing the boundaries on other things but oh my doG, it's seriously driving me batty!! What is it with the half-years being so rough? Two-and-a-half was rough, three-and-a-half was worse, and now four-and-a-half is proving to be just as bad! Around the birthdays he seems to settle into a nice relative calm (well, you know, calm for him with his issues) but these half-year marks are dreadful!!
Girl-child has also been pushing some boundaries, but that's to be expected at 7. My only real issues with her is that she's sooooo emotional about everything. I was that way as a kid, too, so I can understand and now I see why my mom was so frustrated with me when I would act that way. Sometimes with girl-child, all you have to do is look at her funny and her eyes will well up with tears. It's so difficult to truly discipline her because her face just falls so much and it's like you can read her mind and she's thinking "My mommy hates me! I can't do anything right!" when that's not the case at all. I know no one ever said parenting was easy, but sheesh! Not that I would trade any of it for the world...
Well, it's now about 10:30pm and I have to work tomorrow so I suppose I should log off this blasted machine and attempt an evening of sleep. I have a lovely day of fighting with ActionScript ahead of me so I suppose I should at least try to get a good night's sleep... though I'm guessing the husband will end up keeping me awake with his constant shouting at the TV, as if his comments of "Pull that pitcher - he's not getting the job done!" and "You idiot, you're doing it wrong!" are really going to get to the Rockies or the Rockies management. LOL
I woke up achy - not like sick achy but fibro achy. Le freaking sigh. The achiness turned into full-on ow-inducing pain by about 9 this morning. Ob-freaking-noxious. Here's the really lame part - my back hurts ridiculously bad on the lower left side - lower left sacro-illiac area for you medical types - but the rest of my left side feels fine. My right side hurts in the middle, except it's not really my back, it's my ribs. Dan tried to massage my back for me earlier to relieve some of the pressure and just lightly running his hands over my ribs felt like someone was running a hot coal over them. Go figure. My right shoulder hurts, but that's pretty much a given with the bursitis. I should probably be doing my PT exercises again since it started hurting again but I just seem to forget about them until it's too late. Maybe it's a subconscious thing.
On top of that, something I ate yesterday didn't agree with me - or with girl-child. I think it might have been the popcorn at the theater. I rarely eat popcorn but it actually tasted good yesterday. But last night my tummy was roiling and I ended up actually giving in and taking some Pepto Bismol to try to settle it down some. It was a bit miserable but the Pepto seemed to help. Girl-child can't have the Pepto but I gave her a Rolaids tablet to chew and that seemed to help her, too. This morning we both woke up feeling pretty nauseous - at first I thought mine was just from the pain and discomfort because that happens frequently, but then she told me she was still sick to her stomach, too. The males in the house don't appear to be afflicted. Go figure. Between the tummy and the aching back, I stayed in bed for the majority of the day and even managed to doze off into a bit of a nap this afternoon. Of course, I missed almost the entire first half of the Broncos game, but as it turned out, once I woke up and actually started paying attention to the game, they started playing well. Good timing, I'd say!
Boy-child is driving me batty. He's been going through this ridiculously annoying phase right now where he whine-cries over the littlest thing and when you try to talk to him he either shouts "You're not listening to me!!" or "I don't want to!!" and neither reaction tends to make sense for the situation. I know he's just learning various things and is testing the boundaries on other things but oh my doG, it's seriously driving me batty!! What is it with the half-years being so rough? Two-and-a-half was rough, three-and-a-half was worse, and now four-and-a-half is proving to be just as bad! Around the birthdays he seems to settle into a nice relative calm (well, you know, calm for him with his issues) but these half-year marks are dreadful!!
Girl-child has also been pushing some boundaries, but that's to be expected at 7. My only real issues with her is that she's sooooo emotional about everything. I was that way as a kid, too, so I can understand and now I see why my mom was so frustrated with me when I would act that way. Sometimes with girl-child, all you have to do is look at her funny and her eyes will well up with tears. It's so difficult to truly discipline her because her face just falls so much and it's like you can read her mind and she's thinking "My mommy hates me! I can't do anything right!" when that's not the case at all. I know no one ever said parenting was easy, but sheesh! Not that I would trade any of it for the world...
Well, it's now about 10:30pm and I have to work tomorrow so I suppose I should log off this blasted machine and attempt an evening of sleep. I have a lovely day of fighting with ActionScript ahead of me so I suppose I should at least try to get a good night's sleep... though I'm guessing the husband will end up keeping me awake with his constant shouting at the TV, as if his comments of "Pull that pitcher - he's not getting the job done!" and "You idiot, you're doing it wrong!" are really going to get to the Rockies or the Rockies management. LOL
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