It's 2:37 am. I think. I can't see the clock real well with all the sleep still lingering in my eyes. It better be 2:37 - or I'm in big trouble.
My aunt should be here in about an hour-and-a-half to pick me up. Am I going to some tropical destination for Christmas - and need a ride to the airport? Cha, right. Is she coming to get me so we can do some early morning Christmas shopping? I don't think so - I'm pretty sure you need money for that. So where am I off to so early in the morning? What fun and exciting adventure could I possibly be embarking on?
Oh, come on. You know I don't do anything fun or exciting! I'm actually off to have my 33rd round of facet injections. I'm not sure spine injections qualify for fun. Or exciting.
I'm so far behind on life. There is a literal ton of laundry to do. The trash needs to be taken out. All kinds of kid junk needs to be picked up. The plan was to spend Winter Break - the two weeks the kids are out of school for Christmas and New Year's - catching up. Not sure how much catching up I'll get done now.
I know what to expect, since I've had this done so many times. In fact, I'm pretty sure I could do the injections. Just crummy timing. I don't mind that it's right before Christmas - I don't have any plans, anyway. However, not having plans - and doing this - are two totally different things.
Just in case I don't get back here to wish you a very, very Merry Christmas, I wanted to send you my loving wishes, and explain why. Hopefully I'll be back to running my mouth tomorrow or the next day - it depends on whether the injections work this time...or just serve to highly irritate the problem. I'm kinda hoping for a Christmas miracle - and have these relieve some pain.
I'll let you know. In case I some how miss you, please have a happy and safe holiday,