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WARNING:
Today’s entry is totally not worth you reading, I just had to write it. It’s all one big complaint anyway. Do you like hearing about your Aunt Gertrude’s bunions? Me either. Skip today.
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I guess I haven’t had much to say this week. I haven’t much at all till now which is unlike me. Not that I have a lot to say today, just wanted to update myself. Not you, b/c I know there is no you reading this, just me.

So Sunday, my back started to hurt and I asked my nice hubby to rub it, which he did. It felt a little odd, because the pain was located on one side only, in a very specific spot, but went pretty deep. He asked if it hurt when I was breathing…nah..

So Monday comes along, and it’s bothering me a little more. I do a little internet surfing, nothing really horrible about ‘backpain under left shoulder blade’. Good thing I didn’t type in right side, gallstones! Eww!

So Monday night, 2 am, I swear my rib bones are caving in. They are crushing against each other, but I’m still breathing, and I’m tired, so what do I do? I change sleeping positions, over and over and over and over… till the alarm goes off at 5:30 a.m. Then Tuesday, it gets worse, slowly, even after taking aspirin, and digging out the heating pad. The pain intensifies and affects how I’m breathing by now. Shallow breaths. I can’t move my left side without hurting. I can’t bend over to the left, I can’t reach up with my left arm, I can’t hoist myself up into the van, b/c I have to use my left arm to push on the door and to close it. By 4, I’m wondering about maybe going to the ER when my hubby gets home. Nope. I don’t go. I instead take more aspirin, and tylenol pm to sleep better. Till 2 a.m. anyway.

So Wednesday, I’m like…sooooo tired of it hurting…so tired of having whiny thoughts in my head about it…so tired of the laundry piling up, because I can’t move my left side too well. I swallow some aspirin again, decide not to go to the doctor because it’s feeling better, and then get on the internet to figure out why it’s doing what it’s doing.

Some times the internet is just nasty. You type in back pain, try to narrow it down, you still end up with horrible diagnosis that aren’t simple like.. You have a cold, congratulations, eat tomato soup and go to bed. Instead, within a span of 30 minutes I had pluerisy, scoliosis, pneumonia, a collapsed lung, more gallstones, stomach cancer, and sciatica. Great.

By 1:30 p.m. Wednesday, by the grace of God, I all of a sudden realized my back felt 90% normal. So I got on the ball! I folded laundry, I raked pine needles and leaves, I played with Suzanne blowing bubbles in the yard, I emptied the dishwasher, and cooked dinner! Yippee!

2 a.m. Wednesday night, I woke up again. It hurt. I rolled over and went to sleep. By Thursday morning, once again, I’m a martyr. I will not go to the doctor. I will take aspirin and not complain. I will even clean and rearrange Suzanne’s room all by myself because my dad is coming over on Friday to take care of her while I go on a field trip with Ethan’s class. I move her bed. OUch!! I finish by using my hips and feet for everything else, and decide…what the hell. Dad’s seen messy houses before. He has a sister who’s house was so bad, she’d have me and my sister clean it when we’d come visit one week out of the year. Course, she is legally blind…but still, my dad will love me anyway if there are newspapers and dirty clothes in the house.

Now just pray that I don’t totally pull all my back muscles at the pumpkin patch Friday, b/c then I’ll have to be like “Daddy, do you love me enough to bring Suzanne and come pick me up 2 hours away at the pumpkin patch???”

I’m pretty sure he does. What a lucky girl am I.