Monday, February 22, 2016
I finally checked an item off my to-do list yesterday. Trimming the trees. I managed to do quite a few before calling it quits. No broken limbs (mine), maybe no spiders in my hair, no cuts or gashes, and only one broken fingernail. Victory! I came in and washed my hair three times to get all of the tree bark and detritus out. And now, I can barely lift my arms up.
I climbed up into trees to pull vines away which were suffocating them. Every time I blindly reached around to grab and pull, I said a little atheistic prayer that I wouldn't meet up with a carnivorous or otherwise vicious lizard. [Atheistic prayers go something like a five year old's prayers. "Please, please, please don't let me find a lizard."] I can say with certainty that they were 100% effective. :)
Later on when vegging out the rest of the day, I let the guilt of being a couch potato go. The subsequent migraine guilt was not as easy to resist. Fortunately it wasn't a horrible one. I ignored it all day (like a dumbass) and didn't medicate until the pain finally ratcheted up. However, I still caught it at a 3 (on a pain scale of 10), so the meds kicked in before it went past 5. Yippee? [Side note: why does my spellchecker still not recognize dumbass as a word? It's like it doesn't even know me.]