Happy Saturday, people! I’m on Day 2 of my four day weekend. So far, it’s been amaze-balls (as Guiliana Rancic would say). 🙂
I’m a little ashamed to tell you what I accomplished yesterday, but since I’m a firm believer in telling you every.single.thing in my life, I’ll do it anyways.
I slept in.
And I slept wrong.
My neck and shoulder blade, and the area in between the two, was all a mess.
And, just so you know, I have a high tolerance for pain. I can take it. I have had several kidney stones . . . and if you know about that, then you know I’m basically a super hero.
But this kink in my neck . . . it was like Kryptonite. Or, in my case, a vegetable. It brought me to my knees.
I took Tylenol and Aleve. And I try not to take that stuff because of all the heart medicine I’m on (not that I can’t, but I prefer to limit the amount of pills I take in case I’m ever asked to pee in a cup or something like that . . . you just never know), but I was DYING.
The Tylenol and Aleve didn’t help.
I determined I needed couch-rest with appropriate amounts of junk food, TV watching (Guiliana and Bill, for example), blog stalking, pinteresting, reading a new book, and napping.
The husband determined that I needed to rub some sort of medicinal magic that he brought home from Asia (he was there for a work trip) on the wounded area.
Just so you know, this medicinal magic rub stinks to high heaven.
I can’t stand it when he uses it on his shins after a run.
Or when he uses it on his quads after a run.
Or when he uses it on his feet after a run.
Or when he uses it on his neck after a run.
I think maybe he needs to stop running, but that’s just me.
I said NO. No thanks, I’ll live. Pass the chips.
Oh, and he suggested water. He always says I need to drink more water. If my ear is hurting, I must be dehydrated. If my fingernails are growing too slowly, I must be dehydrated. If I am thirsty, I must be dehydrated. People, it gets old because all I really want is a coke zero. Or wine. Obviously.
Well, I gave in.
And let me tell you.
This medicinal magic rub made me tingle.
And then I was stinky.
I feel great today so I have no idea if that stuff actually worked or if I’m just all better. Let’s hope it’s legal. And that it washes off.
In the meantime, just to be a tad bit productive, I revised my A to Z Student Picture Dictionary. I had some requests to make them as whole pages.