I have survived one specialist appointment – I now have to get a pelvic CT scan – and I have been given a range of exercises after I burst into tears and said, “Hey I’m unwaged and I can’t just cough up 75 bucks twice a week for physio!”
The exercises are not hard. They are stretches and “Kegels in interesting positions”.
This afternoon I get my incisor fixed. Oh doodie.
217 words and 3.1 hours (my back feels very good today!). Sadface about the low productivity but I’m feeling kinda blerggy and with all the goldinged scotch broom blooming it’s like my eyeballs are scraping themselves against a concrete wall.
Other projects are calling me away. The biggest one is for church, but I shouldn’t put it off any longer and it’s only about 2 hours of work anyway, plus the fidgetty bits once it’s actually updated.
Anyway, much love to those who deserve it and the rest of you can quit thieving my spoons.
