Well, that was around 6:30. That's pretty much all I remember until Husband routed me off the couch around 9:30. And it took me a good hour and a strong cup of coffee to even remotely be able to put a coherent thought together. I'm about ready to go back to bed, if it were feasible....but of course, it's 2:30PM, so that is just silly.
We are still driving around in the rental van. The garage phoned today to say maybe they might possibly have it ready for tomorrow (but maybe not)...gives me a better idea of how serious the crash was if it's already been a week that they've been working on it, and they still have at least a day of work left on it.
My back is is terrible shape, standing for a long time (like last night at chorus) is excruciating. The antiinflammatories I was given I can't take because of my allergy to ASA (I tried anyway, and ended up bleeding), and the muscle relaxants make me stupidly groggy. So essentially I can't ease the pain because I have to care for the kiddies. I look forward to 2 weeks from now when I can see the massage therapist again. Until then, I guess I beg Husband to use the Thumper on me every day (so called because it's a hand held muscle massager that basically THUMPS your muscles into submission).
Well, I've spent enough time procrastinating....I have a dishwasher to load and a kitchen to clean.
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