July 17th, 2015

2013, cyd, new

I spent a few hours today standing up

Just standing. In the middle of the living room. I couldn't sit down, it hurt my back too badly. I tried leaning against the comfy chair, but learned that the pain has spread to my tailbone. That partially explains the sitting pain. But it's up my back as well. And down my right leg. This is untenable. Doc actually said on his way out something about taking me to a doctor. I exclaimed that I wasn't going to any doctor. The last thing I heard him say was, "Cydniey," in that tone. I can't go to the doctor I like unless I go get blood drawn and wait 2 weeks for it to come back and get read by her, first. That means a long walk and a couple of bus rides. And I can barely walk and it took three days to get over the trauma of my last bus trip.

I'm wrestling with making bacon cheese hotdogs. I really do need to eat, and the bacon has been in there for a bit, it could use being cooked off. And it involves standing. I did the dishes because it involved standing. Same with the laundry.

Ok, I made the hot dogs. Bacon and all. At midnight.

I have enough energy and inspiration to go hang the fabric in my room, but an overwhelming feeling Doc would throttle me when he got home for it. Instead, I'll just sit here and argue with the dog over the need for him to lick himself constantly . . . on my pillow.
2013, cyd, new

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