Thursday, May 09, 2013
The PT guy, tried to kill me yesterday. Okay, maybe that wasn't his intent, but I am fairly certain inflicting pain was a part of his evil plan. He praised my progress, buttering me up, and then he put me through all sorts of craziness. I have some muscles that I am quite certain I never used before yesterday. Still feeling it. He said it is good pain. There is no such thing. The nurse said the same thing about child birth. Lies!
Aside from that, my life is still in a holding pattern of waiting for people to do what they should, so I can plan accordingly. The waiting is getting stressful. Stressfuller? More stressful. Yea, that works.
Big plans for the coming week: Picking up the tin can, er, I mean the new camper tomorrow. I don't want to go. Two hours of orientation. I'm not going to do any of it first of all. That is the husband's thing. More importantly, I'll have to go to work early in the morning (my shift already is early, so we're talking about setting the alarm for 3am).
Still waiting for my son's employer to decide if he can go back to work. Still waiting for the college boy to let us know when to pick him up. My husband asked for Tuesday off, so hopefully that is the right day.
Still looking forward to Saturday - fill a bag with books for $3!!!