I’ve decided that I’m going to do my best to be proactive at taking care of this back situation. I’ve got an appointment with the chiropractor this afternoon and a physical therapist on Friday. I’m also considering massage treatment and I’m going to start taking some new vitamins. I might not be able to completely reverse the damage that’s already been done, but I can certainly do some things to keep it from getting any worse.
I feel decent today so far, though I’m not sure how long that’s going to last. I’m already sort of fighting with my sister, which never helps. The kid’s birthday is today and her party is Saturday. She invited my niece. My sister agreed to take her. Now she’s pissed because I said Josh and I might not be there for the party, just to pick her up afterwards. H is pissed because she’ll have to spend 3 hours with people she doesn’t know. HELLO, why the fuck do you think I’m not going???
Tonight we have to go out to dinner for the kid’s birthday. Not at all looking forward to it. I can get along with Josh’s ex and her new husband just fine – in SMALL DOSES. Not sure I can keep it together well enough for an entire evening. Plus it sounds like all of the grandparents will be there. Not exactly my favorite crowd of people. I’m really concerned about my pills. I’ll need to take them while we’re having dinner if I expect to sleep tonight, but I really don’t want everyone there to know what I’m doing. I guess I could excuse myself to the ladies room and take them there. I just don’t know. This is why Josh and I very rarely go out during the week and why I damn near never go out with people who don’t know my entire story. It’s too fucking embarrassing.
I fucking hate being mental.