Perhaps some things cannot be sustained indefinitely. Either that, or the Rosie is way more into science-based documentaries than mysticism and spirituality. Today we voted and decided to watch a nearly two hour video on Buddha:
This is a really well done documentary. The graphics are fabulous; the content is tremendous. However, it’s long and really taxed the girlies’ attention spans. Rosie was all over the place, and we had to break in several places so that they could jump and holler and get it out of their systems.
Plus, there was a whole lot of shhhs going on. The bright boy and I are big into the study of comparative religions and it frustrated him big time that the girlies weren’t giving this the serious attention it deserved. He shushed the girlies and I shushed him, and I have a feeling that if you could have observed the last three hours, you’d think it a farce. 🙂
Not so much into Buddha.
But they are.
As the documentary was finishing this morning, I had a coughing fit, and my lower back wrenched. I’d already been nursing lower back pain, coupled with a decreasing range of motion. The coughing spell and running to the bathroom to throw up from all the junk coming up (I know, sorry) really frakked the back the rest of the way up and pain radiated down my legs. I had to have Lily help me get dressed because I couldn’t bend over and I couldn’t lift my legs enough. With tears streaming down my face, I called Rick and told him I needed him to come get me and take me in to the walk in clinic since my doctor couldn’t see me and I wasn’t sure I could drive.
After three plus hours in the waiting room, we were ushered back into a room, where I got a shot of toradol. I also provided a urine sample. In addition to whatever is going on with my back, I have a UTI. I got a shot of steroids in my hip, and I left with prescriptions for steroids, antibiotics, muscle relaxers, pain killers (good ones), and diflucan to deal with the yeast infection. Oh, and a rescue inhaler for asthma since mine is more than a year old. I forgot about that.
My dad graciously watched the girlies while Rick was with me. It’s not what I intended for our afternoon. It’s so not.
Oh, and on a serious downer, I realized just how badly my weight’s gotten out of control (oh, I knew, I just didn’t know the number), so I’ve got another thing I’ve really got to get under control. I recognize that the weight gain is all part of the very real stress I operate under, and I know that my coping mechanisms of chocolate imbibing work against me. I hope that some of the good of this afternoon will be in redoubling my effort to take better care of myself.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I intend to take some pain meds and space out while I watch the kids play the Wii. Table tennis? Really?