We are just a little over half-way through our Christmas celebrations, though the ones at our house have ended. Both Dan’s family and mine had to abbreviate their stays due to adverse weather conditions, which was a bummer. It was a very soupy Christmas: vegetable beef on Monday, and ham and potato on Christmas Day.
My family and friends decided this year to take "make the yuletide gay" a bit literal in my case: I received rainbow coffee mugs, coasters, ornaments, gay themed books, and even a, ah . . . subscription. (I have already viewed a bit, and XO, I said hello to your cousin.) I also received gloves, Panda licorice with herbs (YAY!), and a lot of gift cards, particularly to Borders. I’m very close. If I get to use the money my mother gave me instead of paying off my Ugg boots, I will be in the clear to make the purchase. Oh, and I got a candle that smells like an evergreen tree. Like, REALLY SMELLS. It’s great. And some DVDs, and other things that I"m forgetting just now. Lots of great stuff.
Anna got a zillion art set things from other people, from Santa, and from us. She has commandeered the dining room table (which still has two leaves in it) as her art studio. She has not 120, not 150, but 270 crayons. You seriously need to come visit and color. She also got a watch from me, and she informs me every ten minutes what time it is.
Today Anna and I went out and purchased wrapping paper for next year–very gorgeous stuff and lush ribbon and cool tags, all for half off. We’re very pleased. I also picked up an iPod action jacket, something I"ve desperately needed for some time. I should have told Dan to put it in my Christmas sock, but hindsight is continuing to be 20/20.
The iPod jacket is part of my plan for how to attack this whatever-it-is body issue; it gets better when I exercise–carefully–so I’m going back to the gym tonight, and beginning next week I will get there to use the stair thingy at least two or three times. I’m also going to call my friend who is a doctor and used to be my family doctor before I go back to the clinic, and unless she has something huge to tell me, I"m going to insist on MRIs and X-rays to make sure this is nothing. I don’t know that I have to take Dan with me–I’d rather do it on my own, but we’ll see.
The good news is that I’ve taken the muscle relaxant the idiot doctor gave me for the past two nights, and I feel much better because I’ve actually slept. It does absolutely nothing whatsoever for any pain; however, it keeps me stupid enough that all I can do is sleep. I’ve also picked up a Yoga DVD, and once I get someone who will actually give me a diagnosis that assures me I don’t have some weird growth or a slipped disc, I’m going to talk to my former yoga practitioner about a few private sessions to set me up with some targeted work. Basically, I’m looking for a fitness/recovery plan that has a doctor with some intelligence at the center of it, someone who won’t just whip out fibromyalgia so he can get back to solitare or whatever it was he had to go do instead of treating me. Who knew this would be so difficult to come by.
So that’s me. Oops, I need to go start Dan’s coffee for him. Gotta run.