This staying home stuff ain't what it is cracked up to be. I have my neck in this brace. I get some reprieve off the computer, of which I am sure doesn't help in the posture department. So the other day I am feeling pretty snappy. So I put dishes in the dishwasher and folded a couple loads of laundry. I am here to tell you I can't even do that. Holy Crap the pain started shooting up my head, down my arm, down my back.. Boo Hoo. It was that hot zingy pain. So now I am paying for it with a constant ache in my neck. CRAP.... So now I get to sit and watch the dust grow. I can't do anything, I mean really anything. I am noticing everything around here that needs to be done. My normal is to fly threw the house on my way to work not noticing any of these things. Well, now it is all here to haunt me. Yep nasty old housework. I love to make cards, can't do that to much engineering involved. It's the perfect time to send cards out to people. Can't do it. Ugh. I haven't been out of this house since. May 16th when I was brought home. I am normally what I call a drive-thru Bitch for lunch etc. None of that has happened. Guess that's a good thing. No fast food in my diet that is for sure.
Justin came home from Las Vegas they finished the gym floor they built down at the College down there. it was 30,000 square feet and he said it was on the forth floor. He explained to me everything he does at his job. Pretty interesting. He is home for the weekend and then he is leaving on Tuesday. It is nice to see him. Of course he is going wheelin at the sand dunes on the Coast this weekend. So see ya Monday kid.
Putter, is leaving for racing this early afternoon so I won't see him until Saturday night and then he goes racing again on Sunday. So here I sit having myself a good old Pitty Party.
In the meantime Putter's mom is at home she had knee replacement surgery a week before my surgery so she is out of commission as well.
Then there is my mom who is working her sweet ass off at the u-haul. No days off for her. I have a suspicion I will not be back to work after 2 weeks it's going to be 6. I really don't think there is anyway around this. hmm. It really does make me feel bad about my mom having to do everything. On top of that she comes over here and does cleaning things for me. I love my mom. Put, I don't want her dragging herself down. She is going to be warn out. You might say well hire some help. Not enough money. I think this gas price thing of going to be $4.00 a gallon is really going to crunch into this moving U-haul thing. Usually we are a lot busier than this. Hmm. Not good. Bite the bullet on everything I guess.
Thanks for reading my pitty party notes. Ya'll go out and do something fun.