Arizona Green Tea

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Those of you that follow me, know that I’ve pulled a muscle or pinched a nerve or some other such painful thing that only I could manage to do to my poor back. Whatever.

1. Today I bought some Active-On at Walmart.

2.I was given the instruction to get some from my Mom and Aunt.

3. So I did.

4. ‘Cause I listen to my Mom.

5. Most of the time.

6. Even if I am 42.

7. My shoulder feels like it is about to fall off.

8. That would be totally gross…and painful.

9. Having a hurt back/shoulder/left arm does have its perks.

10. It has left me fairly incapacitated and therefore unable to cook, clean, or do laundry.

11. I will pay the price for that later, I am sure.

12. Because I have teenagers and all they think about is food…they had the gall to ask what was for dinner?

13. I pointed at my left arm that I dragged on the floor behind me.

14. I told them I could not cook with only my right hand.

15. It is impossible.

16. And might cause possible fire damage in the kitchen.

17. Or break a few of the rules of the health code.

18. Not that I don’t do those sort of things on a normal day.

19. Did I just say, normal?

20. What is that?

21. My sons are currently watching a movie in the living room.

22. They are quiet and fairly contained.

23. So, I’m thinkin’ peace for about 2 hours, give or take.

24. This leaves me time to drink my green tea and watch NCIS reruns.

25. After all I have my priorities.

26. One of them being Mark Harmon.

27. My husband is working on a project in his office.

28. I hear the drill and some banging.

29. He is cutting into my being able to hear “Jethro”. Puh-leeze.

30. It’s quiet now. I need to go investigate.

Things Begin To Fall Apart

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I would like to know where it says in the book of aging, what falls apart…and when. I don’t like to be blindsided by these things.

For someone who has been fairly healthy her whole life, never spent a day in the hospital aside from giving birth, things have kind of been going south since I turned 40, a mere 2 years ago.

My latest “issue” is a pulled muscle in my back. I have no earthly idea how I managed this. I really don’t. And yet here I am, in pain. Unable to use my left arm and shoulder. This stinks. Do you know  how hard it is to pull a shirt or dress over one’s head when said person can not lift an arm? I had to swallow my pride and have my husband help me get out of my church dress yesterday. I got it half way off and realized I was stuck. Wriggling out of the dress caused shooting pains in my back. So, here I was standing in our walk in closet, bent over with a dress hanging off my shoulders and head. Where is the dignity in this? I gave up and said, ” Um….sweetheart….could you come here? I need help.” Bless  my husband’s heart. He didn’t laugh. (Which I know he probably would have liked to do) His only question was, “Is there a zipper or buttons on this dress?” My muffled reply was, “NO. Just pull it over my head!” The whole time I’m thinking to myself, “Who was the dumb bunny that decided on this dress this morning, knowing that I couldn’t lift my arm very well?” Duh. Sometimes I wonder about myself.

Today I am taking it easy…and making sure to wear something with buttons.