Have I mentioned yet that I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired? No? Well, for the record, I am. Sick and Tired. Of Being. Sick and Tired.
About two weeks ago I managed to be stupid and pinch a nerve in my lower back. Actually, what I did was to get on a torture device at the gym that is really good for my lower back when my lower back is strong -- which it wasn’t yet -- and managed to wretch the spine and my pelvis out of their regular 90 degree relationship with each other. I whacked the spine to a sharper angle to the side of my pelvis which was causing these wonderful shooting pains down my right leg.
Then this past weekend we drove up to DC for my parent’s 50th anniversary party. (A good time was had by all -- although somehow I managed to forget to ask my brother to do The Amazing Race with me) On the early Monday morning drive back to Raleighwood I was feeling a bit tired. We got home, Bonn went to her class and I decided I should take a nap before mowing the lawn, cleaning the house and starting dinner. When I finally managed to wake myself up, Bonn was back from her class, it was getting dark out and I felt like crap.
For a second opinion, I’ll refer to a colleague at yesterday’s weekly meeting.
“How are you?” asked said colleague.
“Well, you look like hell,” she replied, matter-of-factly.
After a particularly grueling (for me) three hour long meeting today, a more friend-than-colleague colleague (and relatively new blogger) looked at me and simply said, “Go home, man.”
Yeah, well, first I have to find out how to reset a forgotten root password on an OS X Server and activate php so I can try and get Joomla! running.
(Well, okay, I didn’t have to do either of those, but having the lack of password looming over my head for a second day wasn’t something I really wanted)
A long drive home and a few hour nap and I’m feeling better than I’ve felt since Monday, but I’m still sick. And tired.
And sick and tired of feeling... well, you get the idea.