My coworker texted me this morning that I should check my online paystub. I wasn’t quite sure why because payday isn’t until Friday and the paystubs aren’t available until the day before. But I did. And we’re gettting a $2000 bonus tomorrow! WOO HOO! Mama needs a new pair of shoes! Also I’ll probably put extra towards my car payment or something else responsible. But there will definitely be shoes.
Yesterday was not a good day for weight loss. I went to brunch for a bridal shower and had too many mimosas and chips and salsa. I also ate a some delicious chilaquiles (though I only ate half the order so I was a little good).
The shower was fun. There were no games, thank the heavens because I despise shower games, just good food, lots of booze (can you say $1 mimosas?) and great conversation. Ok so this really wasn’t all bad in fact it was mostly good. Pretty much anything can be made better with mimosas. They’re like sunshine and happiness in a champagne flute! All bubbly and tart and healthy. Wait what? Ok maybe not healthy but they have vitamin C right? And that’s good. DON’T SHATTER MY DELUSIONS!
There were also lots of panties… it was a lingerie party. The bride-to-be’s future wife is going to be verrrrrry happy with us!
I’m walking around like Quasimodo.
I woke up yesterday with a backache. Nothing horrible just niggling lower back pain. I was a little stiff and there would be a sharp pain if I moved too quickly but it was mostly manageable.
But when a friend mentioned getting a mani/pedi I thought maybe I could go with her and get a massage.
The massage felt great while I was on the table but when it was over and I tried to get up I realized that I could barely move without pain. Trying to put on pants was a challenge to say the least. I struggled to put my clothes back on and grab my bag and shuffled out the door like an arthritic octogenarian. I managed to suffer through my friend finishing her manicure by downing white wine and sitting in the pedicure massage chair (which incidentally left me feeling better than the actual massage).
After that I basically went home and crashed and vowed to go to see a doctor.
So today when I was finally able to drag myself from my bed and dress myself (not an easy task when you’re walking around at a 90* angle) I headed to the Urgent Care Clinic. I was worried that I’d be stuck in a waiting room full of flu zombies, but it was pretty empty. Just a few other people and they seemed to be (mostly) living.
I was in and out in about an hour and headed to the pharmacy.
So I am now in a narcotic induced haze feeling moderately better (though I still look like I should be hidden away in a bell tower). I had a friend take my dog for the night because taking her to the bathroom was far too difficult. And I’m not planning to move from my bed except to pee.
I’m hoping this doesn’t set me back too much. I’m going to have to focus even more on my meals because there isn’t likely to be much activity in my immediate future.