Sunday was great! Slept in, got breakfast in bed, read a book, talked with all my immediate family, got delicious dinner, and watched a funny movie. It was delightful!
Monday, my department moved from one side of the building to the other and considering all that has to happen with that (people to move the computers, people to move the boxes and bookshelves and file cabinets, people to move the phones) and the number of people moving (about 30) and trying to get some work done at the same time, it went surprisingly well. My feet ached by the end of the day, but I think it was the most smooth move we’ve done yet. I got lots of compliments on how well I got everybody organized. It almost makes up for how frustrated I was getting at the end of the week when people kept interrupting me to answer their questions about why the printer still wasn’t working or where they could get keys for their desk or what to do about it being so cold on one half of the room (the other half is warm and part of the problem there is that the thermostat for the warm half of the room is actually out in the hallway, and the thermostat for the cold half of the room is broken — we’re working on it). Anyway. It was successful. I went home, Justin rubbed my feet, I fell asleep sitting in a chair, but woke up in time to watch Castle.
Tuesday, I woke up and couldn’t move my right arm very well. I couldn’t raise it up above my shoulder and it hurt. All day, I kept on trying to solve moving issues and try to get a document completed that I’m really late to submit. That evening we went to the chiropractor’s office for adjustments and he (actually, let me put in here that when I say “my chiropractor” I could mean one of three people — it’ s a family business, so it could be the father, his daughter, or his son — but it’s just easier to be non-specific) (in this case, it’s the son) fixed up my shoulder blade so I could move my arm, commenting that I “really messed it up.” Trust me, it gets worse. And afterward, we stayed behind for a health talk and free pizza.
I have no strong recollections of Wednesday, so it’s safe to say it was a lot like Tuesday. Answering annoying questions while trying to get work done. Not making it very far on my work, but resolving a lot of moving issues. I did manage to make a good deal of progress on one aspect of the project, though, so that was good. Unfortunately, my shoulder was still hurting. And I spent the evening working on paying bills and balancing the checkbook.
Thursday I worked from 7am to 8pm and it was exhausting. I had to finish up as much of my project as I could, so I eventually put on my headphones and put up a sign saying that I was trying to finish up this project, so please let me concentrate. And I’m pretty sure that my lead started turning people away and telling them to let me work because I was able to get a lot of work accomplished without being interrupted. I was still there after everyone left, but I managed to get it done and sent out for review and I might actually get it submitted before the middle of next week. Still VERY late. I went home, Justin drew me a bath, and I sat in the bath, reading, until after 10, when I got out and went to bed.
Friday, I slept in a little before going back to the chiropractor’s office again because my arm was feeling even worse. He (the son, again) started poking at different spots on my shoulder to try to identify the problem. Once he found the spot and I stopped gasping in pain from him poking a finger at it, he took his activator (hammer thing) and tried to put it back into place. Once I stopped crying from the pain (seriously, it hurt SO MUCH! it was like an 8 on my pain scale), he put a cold laser on it and then gave me a cold pack and said that if it wasn’t feeling better by morning, I should come back in and he’d take an x-ray.
What I hurt, somehow, was my sternoclavicular joint, though I’ve got no idea how I really did that because usually it takes something like getting punched in the chest or something with a contact sport. But let me tell you, it hurts.
I went to work after getting an ice pack from home and managed to get caught up on another project that I’d been neglecting all week and left after about 4 hours of working. I went home, kept putting ice on my collarbone and relaxed.
I was still in pain this morning, (I keep moving wrong in my sleep and hurting it) though not as bad as the last couple days. The constant pain has dulled down to a localized dull ache from a pressing pain across the whole shoulder and I have a lot more range of motion through my arm. I still went back in and the chiropractor (son, again) took an x-ray. It didn’t show anything, which was a little disappointing. But I guess that’s still the better option rather than having something broken or obviously wrong. He put the cold laser on it again, did NOT hit me with the activator (I think I might have punched him if he’d tried again), and told me to rest it and keep in icing it.
And that’s the plan. Rest. Ice. Tomorrow I’m singing at church and Justin’s running the projector from the back. Today we have no plans. So I’m resting.
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“I love you. I like you. I’d like to kiss you. I like princess Kylene. Get better with a drink of water.” — Audrey
“Knock, Knock. (Who’s there) Seen ya (Seen ya who?) Seen ya runnin’ down the street naked!
I love you. Get better…Soon!” — Ethan (with some prompting and me pantomiming a hurt arm so he would tell me what he would tell someone to help them feel better. Apparently, a knock, knock joke.)
Do take it easy. I’m sorry you’ve been feeling so awful this week.
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