Do you ever have a day when it seems everything irritates you? Today is one of those days for me. I started the morning by canceling delivery of the USA Today newspaper and my digital subscription to the NYT. I'm sick of media and politics. Did my action do anything to solve the problem? Not a thing, but it was the safest place for me to strike out and feel like I'd expressed my frustration.
Yesterday Bob and I made our way to Walmart to try out the new recycling room. Bob's hands were in bad shape with his Raynaud's so he was wearing gloves. Without them he had very little feeling in his fingers. We drink the mini-cans of soft drinks. You can put a lot more of those in a trash bag than regular size cans. The handy-dandy crusher would take the mini cans but you had to hold your mouth just right and get them on the belt just so. Out of the question for Bob so I became the can pusher. It's a messy job and I don't like messy things. Bob says the deposit was five cents a can. If so, I ran 320 cans through the crusher. When done we were both very sure that was an experience we did not intend to repeat.
I've been having a lot of lower back pain lately and apparently stood in a bad position while doing all the can pushing (I'm blaming that regardless) and slept very little last night because of sciatic type pain in my back.
In the wee hours of the morning I made the decision to tell my doctor to take a flying leap. If it had not been that I would wake Bob I would have been on the prowl hunting those anti-inflammatory medications regardless of the doctor telling me not to take them.
I went to the drug store and bought two gel packs to put in the freezer to alternate between cold and hot packs on my lower back. I've been online and refreshed myself on the exercises I need to do and will keep up my walking.
I've walked this path before and sometimes it doesn't end quickly but you have to do what you have to do to keep moving.
The weather is perfect today to do some work on the patio and the patio storage closet. Bob has a steel toolbox from his railroading days that's extremely heavy. He hasn't looked in it for several years but has decided he'd like to go through it and pick out some items to keep then get rid of the heavy toolbox and get a lighter one for the few tools we currently need. I thought I might get that toolbox on a dolly and pull it out for him to examine but that may not happen today given how my back feels. Then we're stuck with a recycling nightmare to get rid of it and the contents he no longer wants.
I suppose if this is all I can think of to complain about I'm in pretty good shape. The weather is beautiful, about 68 degrees at 2:00 p.m. Think I"ll take a walk. That always makes me feel better.