|Belated happy Valentine's day
||[Feb. 15th, 2011|07:56 am]
Yesterday started as a really bad pain day - I ended up going in an hour late, because I just couldn't get into the car until nearly 10. |
Pain pills kept me tired and grumpy all day. And then... at 5:00 someone needed a hand off for a Sev A case - meaning, we stay on the phone until the problem's resolved (or severity goes down). And... I couldn't. I could see myself starting to write the e-mail, "I'll take the handoff, you can go home, it's an hour past your shift."
But I couldn't see sending it. Because it might have kept me past the end of my shift, and I was just too tired. And in too much pain, though the pain wasn't that bad any more.
I think it was the right choice. I was exhausted.
A good friend wanted to buy me dinner at Chipotle's and a heart-shaped box of candy at See's. And sure, he's a bit weird, and sometimes stupidly sentimental, but what the hell, I let him. And it's become a low pain night, and possibly a chance for getting to bed early. I did a bit of exercise, found that it was making my hip/thigh twinge a bit, and decided I was good with just going to bed.
This morning, I'm happy that I forgot to take my lunch to work yesterday. I have some mini-parmesan stuffed ravioli in some homemade spaghetti sauce (diced tomatoes, onion, garlic, and equal amounts dried basil, oregano and parsley, the whole mass cooked until the diced tomatoes start to break down). It's only looking like a moderate pain day, which I'm going to melodramatically call a harbinger of hope.