About eight days ago my iliosacral situation started hurting without notice. The kind of hurt that severely slows you down and means every little move is kind of breathtaking, you know? Today is as close to normal as I've been. I even went swimming last night! And feel kind of okay this morning - no Tylenol or anything!
In other news the battery on my car died the big death. It got me to New Year's Eve at my in-law's house and since then: dead as a doornail. S took care of it, which was a big relief because I still can't know how to hear about lifting anything significantly heavy. What does that mean? I dunno. It's definitely the weight of a car battery, though, I'll tell you that for free.
It wasn't the highest on his priority list, though, (and that's fine) because the boys headed back to Texas yesterday so he's been hyper-focused on spending as much time with them as possible. They were up until I Don't Know O'Clock the night before last, and he stayed awake all night or try to to maximize face time with them. I can only imagine how hard that must be.
Things have been going all right, but I feel marinated in anxiety. S took the week of New Year's off work, ostensibly to help me because: pain. And he did field all the kid things and dinners which was extremely very helpful. But, as always, the house descended into chaos of the stereotypic kind. I've regained the kitchen, downstairs bathroom and dining room so far and hope to sink my talons into the living room today. Not that it's a surprise, likely, but if you didn't already know: pain makes you tired!
It's been kind of ridiculous cold lately, as in -10 Fahrenheit or below. Today it's jumped to 7 (above!) which seems decadent in comparison. I forgot gloves to go pick up a Target order the night before last* and realized getting gas was kind of, uh, emergent. Two gas stations and three pumps later I finally found one that was working, and learned that handling metal for any amount of time in 12 below feels like a mild burn. Consequently, I several hundred percent am bringing my gloves on outings from now until March, bruh.
Other things that don't belong in narrative form:
- L is back to school today, but it's "intensives" which are fun and art/science experiment based and I'm hoping will sell her a little more on this school
- M (the oldest boy) has acquired a little bit of a Texas twang in the year since I last saw him which was surreal
- N (the youngest boy) was on a shower strike almost the entire time he was here and wow it's no exaggeration those middle school hormones Christina Aguilera almighty
- My brain has not been braining task-initiation wise and I can't seem to find the magic combination of words to make it do the things
- I also experienced this in my last year of undergraduate; it sucked then and it sucks now but at least now I have More Trauma and Bupropion 🌈 ...I guess
- Wow, how about that impending war with Venezuela? What the fuck (unsurprised, tho')?
- There has been overall more fight-picking lately (on S's part) and overall less fucks given lately (on my part) which is kind of the pattern when it comes to the boys visiting and then leaving; perhaps it's even seasonally-related?
- The name game: to whit - yeah, I don't know what to name this kid. Expect a post about that coming to a blog near you. Why? Because names are one of my special interests, that's why.
- Although I am having trouble laughing lately, The Bleak Old Shop of Stuff evoked a titter or two
- Maybe surprisingly, maybe not, the new season of Phineas and Ferb has totally been making me lol, though. Just saying.
In the meantime, please enjoy this tangentially bone-related song. And stay warm! Warm, for godssakes.
*it was kind of a test run for the battery - oh, and my sacrum.
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