Bah Humbug

And I shouldn't be feeling this way on Christmas Eve. The boys are sitting on the couch watching holiday shows. The fire is burning in the fireplace in hopes my frozen toes will defrost. I'm typing away in a vicodin high with the idea I can dull some of the pain in my back. I don't know why I expected things to go smoothly this week since the month started with a chunk of change being thrown at the van.

Saturday had an ER visit with Brendan. I was there on Sunday for a massive UTI which is being treated empirically. Try telling my body things aren't so bad in my urine when I'm doubled over in pain, sobbing and can't stop vomiting. Such is the joys of being a woman. Yesterday I threw my back out by simply getting out of the recliner. I really should have gone to the ER for massive quantities of muscle relaxers. You can feel how much the left side has seized up, which further questions my sanity in not going to the ER. I couldn't though. My limit on ER visits is two per week, not three, thank you very much. You can feel how much the left side has seized up, which further questions my sanity in not getting the right drugs.

So here I sit on the same recliner I threw my back out, typing away in my vicodin high the night before Christmas. The boys are laughing, enjoying the idea of Santa coming tonight. All would be better if there was a glass of spiked nog sitting next to me instead of Mountain Dew.