My supervisor returned today! With the tail end of a cold. Poor woman. While she settled in and worked on getting back into the swing of things, I finished illustrations on the second powerpoint and sent that off to Dave. While she caught up on emails, I worked on a couple smaller assignments that I had on my board, and then she gave me a research assignment. I'm not sure how much I can talk about, so it's probably better to leave it at that for now.
After I had done all I could for the day, I called the chiropractor that works in the office building next to us, and explained a pressing need to be seen as soon as possible. By this morning, I was hobbling around and wishing for crutches because the pain in the left hip had caused me to overcompensate so much that my right knee all but refused to bend, and the joint felt like it was grinding when it did flex. Shoot me now. Twenty-two is too young for this nonsense, Body. The chiropractic office said that the earliest they could fit me in would be the twentieth (eek!!), but I accepted the appointment and returned to the internet to see what other doctors were in my network. Another doctor, near the metro station I take to go home, was able to fit me in three days earlier, so I switched appointments, and left to go to class.
I'm saddened that my class falls on a Wednesday night because that means I can't go to church, but I am thrilled with the class! It's very hands-on and interactive, which is the type of learning environment I thrive in, and I'm looking forward to this term in Mr. I's class.
After class, I had Roommate #2 and #1 (in that order, because I think Roommate #2 weighs the same as my right leg) tug on my right leg to try to pull the joint back into a more neutral position. It wasn't ideal by any stretch of the imagination, but I felt desperate. It did some good, so I'm feeling like I can make it to Tuesday now.
During the work week, I worship at Saint Mattress, and I happily fell into bed (or, rather, climbed up into bed; the beds are raised pretty high off the ground!) after taking some tylenol. It's the midpoint. I can do this.
After I had done all I could for the day, I called the chiropractor that works in the office building next to us, and explained a pressing need to be seen as soon as possible. By this morning, I was hobbling around and wishing for crutches because the pain in the left hip had caused me to overcompensate so much that my right knee all but refused to bend, and the joint felt like it was grinding when it did flex. Shoot me now. Twenty-two is too young for this nonsense, Body. The chiropractic office said that the earliest they could fit me in would be the twentieth (eek!!), but I accepted the appointment and returned to the internet to see what other doctors were in my network. Another doctor, near the metro station I take to go home, was able to fit me in three days earlier, so I switched appointments, and left to go to class.
I'm saddened that my class falls on a Wednesday night because that means I can't go to church, but I am thrilled with the class! It's very hands-on and interactive, which is the type of learning environment I thrive in, and I'm looking forward to this term in Mr. I's class.
After class, I had Roommate #2 and #1 (in that order, because I think Roommate #2 weighs the same as my right leg) tug on my right leg to try to pull the joint back into a more neutral position. It wasn't ideal by any stretch of the imagination, but I felt desperate. It did some good, so I'm feeling like I can make it to Tuesday now.
During the work week, I worship at Saint Mattress, and I happily fell into bed (or, rather, climbed up into bed; the beds are raised pretty high off the ground!) after taking some tylenol. It's the midpoint. I can do this.
Blessings,
Clarice
Clarice
