It’s been a rough, rough week… but I’m not even gonna talk about all of it. I don’t want to take the chance of spreading more negative emotions just because it helps me to get things off my chest. Going to bed early tonight. Hoping for a reset of my body and mind. Glad I made it through the week… sadly, the same can’t be said for one of my old friends from school. He was a couple grades ahead of me, so I was actually closer to his little brother. Definitely one of those things where nobody even saw it coming. But yeah, I’m tired of this week… so the sooner I get to sleep, the sooner it will be over and I can try to start fresh.
Happy (late) birthday, Dad… trying to get good enough where I can visit soon. Sorry… that’s all I can say. 😞
My bed has kicked my ass over the past couple of nights. The last few months have been somewhat okay, but prior to that it had a habit of messing up my lower back if I didn’t stay in just the right position as I slept. So now I’m waddling around the house, hunched over in pain like an old man. 👴🏻😣 And I know the process – it’s either gonna be mostly okay tomorrow, or it’s gonna get worse and stay worse for a while. 😐 Luckily I got the living room all cleaned up and presentable yesterday, so I’m not gonna be forced to sit in a room that’s annoying me until I feel better. (That’s my half-assed effort at trying to stay positive.)
I’m just glad that it’s a weekend day, and that I didn’t have any plans. So I can sit here with heat on my back and watch the last race of the season. I don’t have NBC (live) with my DirecTV Now service – so I’m watching the cluttered “Hot Pass” version of coverage on NBCSN. At least half-a-dozen camera views on the screen at once, live audio from whatever driver they happen to pick for that moment… it’s ugly, but it’ll do.
Ugh… it’s amazing how quickly unexpected pain like this can take away whatever “will to care (about anything)” that I may have had the previous day. 😞 Believe me, I make an effort to not be miserable… and it is an effort… but since I’m always walking that fine line anyway, it doesn’t take a whole hell of a lot to push me over the edge to bad.
I certainly wasn’t ready for a lengthy talk with my workers comp attorney this morning, but I am glad that he called. Heh… I know that doesn’t make sense – but we needed to start getting more on the same page with the whirlwind of stuff that’s going to start happening, so I couldn’t let it go to voice mail. I just could have used a cup (or four) of coffee before being expected to human on the phone. 😏
He didn’t tell me this, but I know it to be true… the less I say about my claim the better, so even though I might want to rant about this or that, or gloat when things go my way, I’m afraid that I’m going to be basically keeping my mouth shut about everything until this phase is done. (And I might be silent afterwards, depending on if there’s a non-disclosure clause.) Basically, I just don’t want to do anything that might screw things up for me.
Just know that if I socially vanish for a while, or if I seem to be more twitchy than usual, it’s probably because of all of this shit. Even under “best case scenario” conditions it’s unlikely that this will wrap up before the end of the year. 😐😑 We won’t talk about the worst case scenarios. But after talking to him this morning it has given me a little bit of my confidence back in regards to all of this. We are in agreement with everything we discussed, so now their firm starts doing their thing and I cross my fingers and wait until they need my presence again.
Heh… I swear, it’s like “legal-ing” is my new job. 🙄