So the moral of the story is that my back still hurts, and I don’t really feel like talking about it other than we’ve moved from the idea that it’s a bulging disc and are now thinking it’s a muscle sprain. A muscle sprain is better than a disc problem, but at the same time…it’s been three months, and theoretically should have healed by now. Especially with the past few weeks of minimal activity. Gahhh.
Yesterday I wanted to throw my running shoes out the window. Today I tried acupuncture for the first time. I’ll keep you posted.
In attempts to lift my spirits back up, I’m not going to talk about my back anymore and instead present you with this week’s version of, “it’s friday, i’m in love.” Because it’s Friday, and it’s better to talk about happy things rather than the fact that my back still hurts. (Even though I just did…nevermind that.) Away we go.
What’s the big deal, you say? Drinks after work, isn’t that normal? Well, drinks at 9am on a Thursday aren’t quite the most accepted practice…unless you work night shift and that’s your version of happy hour. A few nurses went out for breakfast after work on Wednesday night (therefore making it Thursday morning…), and the mimosas will knock you off your feet…especially after being up all night. It’s totally acceptable, okay?
sleeping at night
It’s a beautiful thing. I’ve been having a hard time switching back to a normal schedule on my nights off…staying up until 4am is boring and then makes me sleep until noon or later. Oops. However, last night I was asleep by 1am and got up at 8:45 this morning. VICTORY. Also, seven more night shifts until I’m on day shift for two months. Please be my friend again, thanks!
“you don’t look like someone who would like beer…”
That’s what my physical therapist told me yesterday when I was discussing what I did last weekend. (Beer at the Blind Tiger in the West Village…so good!) He told me I don’t look like someone who would drink beer…mainly because I’m lacking the beer gut. I guess that’s what I get for running fifty miles per week (er…used to) and being somewhat healthy. Pour me another, please.
This is also a plus because I kind of feel like a whale.
I love salad bars. You can pick what you want to eat. Load up with cucumbers (so good…), a little beans, maybe some tuna, avocado…as much or as little as you like. It’s a beautiful thing. I may or may not be eating a salad from one right now.
On the same note as salad bars, bin candy is fabulous. I don’t necessarily know where to get this in NYC (Dylan’s Candy Bar? The M&M Store? Talk about $$$), but the Wegman’s where I used to live in Pennsylvania had bin candy, and I loved it. Again, you can have six Reese’s Pieces, seven gummy airplanes, and three peach rings. Sure, people probably reach their gross hands in the bins instead of using the tongs…but whatever. Immune system of steel.
Coffee is delicious and brings me up to baseline. Don’t judge.
Please tell me how much you love bin candy. Or whatever else you might love today. Ready, go!