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I have survived three Christmases (ours, my family, Paul's). I am tired and in desperate need of ALONE. Because everyone is home, that's not going to happen, so I will settle for "not going out" instead. My people bucket is quick to fill and very slow to empty. It runneth over.
Not helping any of this is that I have somehow fucked up my back. Right side, midway between spine and side, about halfway down. It needs something, because the sudden, random spikes of pain when I move or even breathe are the opposite of fun. At least it doesn't keep me awake at night, although getting in and out can be uncomfortable.
I suspect some of this is from feeling overwhelmed/anxious and twisting in a way that did something. Or I'm old and throwing my back out existing is just how things are. I'm going to do my best to take it as easy as I can for the next little while, give the muscles a chance to unclench a little. Now that the bulk of the social is behind me, I can let that bucket drain out and possibly relax.
Not helping any of this is that I have somehow fucked up my back. Right side, midway between spine and side, about halfway down. It needs something, because the sudden, random spikes of pain when I move or even breathe are the opposite of fun. At least it doesn't keep me awake at night, although getting in and out can be uncomfortable.
I suspect some of this is from feeling overwhelmed/anxious and twisting in a way that did something. Or I'm old and throwing my back out existing is just how things are. I'm going to do my best to take it as easy as I can for the next little while, give the muscles a chance to unclench a little. Now that the bulk of the social is behind me, I can let that bucket drain out and possibly relax.
