So, not much commentable going on in the life of this here blogger. Everything is kind of in limbo for the housing situation. At the moment we have the house inspection scheduled for tomorrow afternoon/evening, and following that we go into another round of contract negotiations. Here is to hoping that there are not any really contentious points that the buyer wants done. Something tells me, that the buyer will want the garage access door repaired, but that is perfectly understandable.
So last night we went to bed early, so I could be nice and rested for the beginning of a new work week. It was a good idea, but, unfortunately my body had other plans. If I did not even think it before, I know it now: I am old. How do I know this, at the tender age of 31? Well, it seems that last night I slept wrong, and I mean “really really wrong” not just plain old “wrong.” Around 3 in the morning, I awoke feeling mildly uncomfortable, and drifted back in and out of sleep for the next hour and a half, focusing primarily on the drifting out of sleep. I must have slept wrong leading up and past the middle of the night wakefulness, because this morning when I woke up my hips were hurting, my lower back ached, and I think I could pinpoint where in my legs my sciatic nerves existed: I could feel the tingles all the way down my legs. Finally, my left heel was sore like I had jumped on a pointy rock repeatedly. All this happens not from playing in some x-treme sport or being involved in a car wreck, but because I “slept wrong.” Now that is “getting old” for you. So, for the remainder of the day I have been trying to stretch out my legs, pop my lower back and get my hips moving. It has not been a pretty site. I honestly think it may be time for a chiropractic “adjustment.” God! I am old.
So, here I am at work, stretching my hamstrings and groin. My bones are popping fairly loudly, and my back is aching enough to cause the odd occasional grunt. The co-workers are a bit worried. Stretching my legs and back has helped me feel better, but it has also helped me look even weirder. That is saying something; the co-worker folk already deem me pretty darn odd. I am still waiting for the loud crack that my back needs to make and the subsequent euphoric “ahhhh” that will accompany the loud noise. That would be great, because then my back would not ache so much. That would be nice.
To recap:
House stuff is still moving on
I am old
I hurt due to the oldness
My co-workers are thinking me even odder than before
That is saying something…
Get a ladder you freak
So last night we went to bed early, so I could be nice and rested for the beginning of a new work week. It was a good idea, but, unfortunately my body had other plans. If I did not even think it before, I know it now: I am old. How do I know this, at the tender age of 31? Well, it seems that last night I slept wrong, and I mean “really really wrong” not just plain old “wrong.” Around 3 in the morning, I awoke feeling mildly uncomfortable, and drifted back in and out of sleep for the next hour and a half, focusing primarily on the drifting out of sleep. I must have slept wrong leading up and past the middle of the night wakefulness, because this morning when I woke up my hips were hurting, my lower back ached, and I think I could pinpoint where in my legs my sciatic nerves existed: I could feel the tingles all the way down my legs. Finally, my left heel was sore like I had jumped on a pointy rock repeatedly. All this happens not from playing in some x-treme sport or being involved in a car wreck, but because I “slept wrong.” Now that is “getting old” for you. So, for the remainder of the day I have been trying to stretch out my legs, pop my lower back and get my hips moving. It has not been a pretty site. I honestly think it may be time for a chiropractic “adjustment.” God! I am old.
So, here I am at work, stretching my hamstrings and groin. My bones are popping fairly loudly, and my back is aching enough to cause the odd occasional grunt. The co-workers are a bit worried. Stretching my legs and back has helped me feel better, but it has also helped me look even weirder. That is saying something; the co-worker folk already deem me pretty darn odd. I am still waiting for the loud crack that my back needs to make and the subsequent euphoric “ahhhh” that will accompany the loud noise. That would be great, because then my back would not ache so much. That would be nice.
To recap:
House stuff is still moving on
I am old
I hurt due to the oldness
My co-workers are thinking me even odder than before
That is saying something…
Get a ladder you freak
