Now I need to schedule the other two prescribed shots (shingles and some other shit) at my local CVS. That can wait a week. This week I need to get through my MRI-a-thon. I REALLY need the calm-me down-pills to get through this but I HATE them. They work, sure. With them I can make it through the one and two hour tube times BUT, afterwards, I’m logy as a drunk poet after a three day vodka and Bukowski binge.
My physical therapy routines have fallen apart, I’m not walking much or even getting on the damn elliptical. I gotta remember that this is just one week that happens every four months. I’ll get back on the rehab train next week.
Word to the stressed out old broad (that'd be me)—CHILL. This week will be over soon. I should enjoy the lower PT performance pressure while it lasts. I’ll be back to walking a mile and hitting all my rehab goals soon.
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