Picture a Day updated for yesterday and today.
I’ve figured out that I can’t actually afford to go to physio (or any kind of massage therapy) until April 7th, Adam’s next payday. We’re down the wire (as we usually are at the end of the month) and my paycheque this week goes almost entirely to rent (the rest will be for food.) I guess between now and then I just try and take it easy and not do anything that might push me back over the edge into last night’s pain. I really don’t want to go through that again.
Tried a cold compress and decided that it really wasn’t helping – seemed to trigger more little spasms than anything else – so instead of that I ran a hot bath and lay in it for a while. That helped. I slept on and off for a good part of the day, and also watched the movie The Ice Harvest, which was rather film noire (at least the way I understand film noire to be, although I’m not at all knowledgeable in such things.) I enjoyed it, anyhow. Tara came by and kept me company while Adam went out to his staff meeting at the co-op. We attempted a short walk, a few blocks down the street. By the time we got back I was pretty winded and my shoulder was hurting a lot (it’s connected to the back pain.)
Tomorrow morning I’m going in to see a new doctor and hopefully get a written referral for physio and/or massage therapy. At least that way I can get the money back from Adam’s health coverage plan.
There really isn’t much else going on right now.
Adam has been fantastic through all of this. I’ve been telling him for ages that at some point things would turn around and he would have to take care of me, and he has certainly done that. I am so completely in love with that man. I can’t imagine two people more suited for each other than he and I.
Now I sleep. Hopefully. Assuming the couple next door doesn’t continue their nasty argument from last night that involved much smashing on doors, yelling through doors into the hallway, and generally being loud between the hours of 2 and 4 am. I mean seriously, if you can wake me up when I’m on morphine and gravol, then you have no respect at all for your neighbours. Fucktards.