You may recall that a few weeks ago, I packed up my office because I was getting new wallpaper. Well, guess what? My office is still filled with boxes and unhung art. I unpacked just enough things to do the projects I am working on, and the rest has fallen by the wayside. Every day, I vow I will unpack the next day, and this morning I decided today would be the day. Since the weather was bad and I planned to be emptying boxes all day, I decided to dress casually. Which is not as awesome as it sounds. With all the swelling from my surgery (and by that, I mean all the weight I've gained during the last year), I don't have any pants that fit well, and I am much too stubborn to buy bigger pants. I tried on pants in my closet until I found a pair that I could get fastened and went to work, hoping they would stretch out a little.
They didn't. I spent the entire day holding my breath so the button didn't fly off and put someone's eye out, and I had a permanent wedgie. Lesson learned? I'm at least five pounds away from comfortably wearing my pants again. And the worst part? I didn't unpack a single box today. I had to put out a couple of fires at work and before I knew it, the day was over. I won't get to it tomorrow, either. I have to teach two more classes, although I'm not sure how I am going to do that, since my voice is completely shot. Class may turn into a games of charades.
One thing I did accomplish was making an appointment to have a new program added to my stimulator next Tuesday. Not a moment too soon. I have the amplitude turned up enough on the current program that the tingling is starting to really annoy me, and increasing levels of pain are sneaking through. I know I haven't really talked about pain levels since my surgery, but these days I am hanging around the 3-4 range. Not bad in the scheme of things, considering how much I've increased my activity level, but I'd like it to be better and I'm a little worried about it getting worse. So I'm doing my best to stay ahead of it.
I snuck in a manicure at lunch ("Malaga Wine" from OPI's Classic Shades collection) and my poor manicurist sounded just as bad as I did. I also went to choir rehearsal tonight, but just as an observer. There was no way I could sing, but I've missed so many rehearsals already that I felt like I needed to be there. After we got home, my patient, long-suffering husband made me a hot toddy. And I was surprised to find that they really work! My throat felt quite a bit better afterward. Or maybe I just didn't care that my throat hurt. Either way, I suspect my employer would frown on me having one at work, which is a shame.
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