I have a ton of things I’d like to do but this whole weekend has been shot clear to shit.
Friday The Wifely Unit was supposed to go Christmas shopping for The Boy. (he’s 35 but autistic)
So I was going to sit around and watch him while she went to get his Christmas present. Well, that plan changed of course and she decided to go get her nails done instead. I can’t wrap my head around these wimmins and their obsession over fucking fingernails.
Fine I says. What The Fuck, Ever.
The my Aunt came into town from Reno and wanted to come visit. Way cool, she is kick in the pants!
When she called she made it sound like her and my other Aunt who lives here locally were going to be here in short order. They showed up two hours later, we had a nice visit and they left a bit after it got dark. The Wifely Unit still managed to miss them.
By then it was about dinner time so my whole day was shot and I got zippola done.
Shortly after dinner I sat here and fell asleep. I woke up later and then that fucked me all up so I wound up staying awake until six fucking thirty in the morning.
So Saturday I naturally woke up a bit after Noon.
Just in time to slam a half a cup of lukewarm coffee and jump in the shower so we could drive over to Washougal to a pizza parlor for a birthday party for my Great Niece who just turned seven. It’s only a twenty minute drive.
We pile into her little Hooptie, which I fucking hate, and off we go.
We get there, I go to climb out of the sonofabitch and I feel a little twinge in my lower back. I hobble around the front of the damned car and step up onto the curb and that was it.
My lower back locked up and I have been crippled ever since.
I fucking hate it when it does that.
So I sat there in that pizza parlor for four hours, with a bunch of little kids wound up tight on intense sugar highs and listening to the ear piercing screams at octaves and volume levels that are only achievable by seven year old girls.
It was pure bliss if you catch my drift.
I still have fingernail marks in the palms of my hands from squeezing my fists together so tight.
I finally ordered two large pizzas to go, snagged those up and we came home. I put my damn feet up in this recliner and have been quietly trying to assimilate into the thing and become one with it ever since. The Wifely Unit went and watched the football game this morning, showed back up, dropped The Boy off then turned around to go do that Christmas shopping she was supposed to do Friday.
At least I have the pizza here.
I have been dealing with having a fucked up back for forty motherfucking years now.
This shit happens every once in a while and it’s usually something stupid like sitting in a POS car for too long, bending over to pick something up or sleeping wrong that gets me.
It is what it is, I ain’t looking for medical advice, I have heard it all, thousands of times.
I’m just going to sit here and vegetate, keep my damn feet up as much as possible and go back to work tomorrow. I will be informing them of my condition and explaining to them that they shouldn’t be expecting too much out of me until it lets up.Which it will, eventually.
One of these days though, it is going to be the reason I retire.
Whether I want to or not.
In the mean time I aim to go until I can’t go no more.
I can’t afford not to.