After getting back home and settling in, I started to instinctively “take it easy” since these appointments usually end with me feeling worse than when I went in, just due to the nature of the visit and exam. 😯😬 But I’m not sure if it was because other parts were hurting more, but for whatever reason my neck didn’t seem much worse. 🤷🏻♂️ At this point I decided to take advantage of the day, knowing that they haven’t been coming along that often lately, and not wanting to waste this one.
Obviously I wasn’t gonna go too nuts. I was just feeling that experience that I’ve mentioned before, where you’ve felt like shit for so long that even getting back to “moderately okay” feels pretty awesome. And since I’m not convinced that the kidney stone stuff is completely over, I just stuck with small, non-physical stuff that’s been on my mental list – and then sitting around, enjoying the day, catching up on some text conversations in more detail, and staring at the multiple baskets of dirty laundry that have been sitting here mocking me. 😏
I kept my eye on Tesla’s stock price throughout the day, since Friday is the last day of trading before they’ll be included in the S&P 500… and I was surprised to see relatively low-to-normal volume all day, minus the very start and very end of the day. 🤨 So it looks like Friday will be the day where things get a little nuts. But who knows, maybe all the funds that need Tesla shares have already been buying them or something… 🤔 just in much, much smaller chunks than everyone expected. I doubt it though, since that would leave room for some pretty big index tracking errors for their respective funds. I’m probably gonna miss the first half of the day though, staying up all night like I seem to be doing. 😒
Current status: All of the laundry has been washed and dried, and all of the baskets have been shlepped back upstairs and into the living room. I’m definitely feeling it at this point. It’s not horrible, but I know that I’ve gotta be careful. 😳 In fact, I think I’ll bring all the hangers out here – but for tonight I’m only gonna sort everything out, then fold and put away just the towels and washcloths. (Before taking a hot shower myself.) Believe it or not, the motions of putting hangers into shirts and folding jeans, kinda like standing and doing dishes at the sink, is a particularly aggravating set of motions that always manages to get me. 😠 And my pain is much like your belly at a buffet. Where you don’t realize how full you actually are until about 15 minutes past the time you should have stopped eating. 😏