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if it's not one thing, it's another.
Aug. 19th, 2009 02:47 pmThis has been an interesting week, and I'm really glad that tomorrow is my Friday this week.
So I've been going to chiro, which is doing me a world of good, and my back is functioning properly again. I'm starting to actually feel pretty great overall, and looking forward to starting to use the fitness room in my building.
And then Monday happened. I'm working long days this week so I can have Friday off (we're going to visit my family this weekend, and other than my sister, Ian will be meeting my family for the first time). Monday was a crappy day, and I left at 3:30 without saying anything to my boss as he was on the phone at the time. Stopped on the way home for a diet pepsi, and then got to my building where one of the elevators was out, and somebody was using the other one for a move-in. The building manager eventually kicked the people moving in out of the elevator and used it to let the gathering crowd of people get up to their floors. I got into my apartment and got out of my work clothes and was just about to log into WoW, when my phone rang. It was my boss. Turns out that some clients who had screwed up their own power of attorney by not proofreading it properly when it was handed them to proofread (standard procedure to make sure we've spelled names correctly), wanted to come in and re-sign it. But my boss, who can't do anything more than send email and surf the web a little bit on the computer, couldn't figure out where I'd stored the files nor figure out how to make edits in MS Word. So I said I'd come back in to do it. Work is a 5 minute walk away, so no big deal, I figured.
Well when I got out to the elevator, I hit the button and nothing happened. Obviously the one elevator was still out of service, and the other one was still locked out for the people moving in. So if I wanted to get out of the building, I was going to have to hoof it... down 27 flights of stairs. Ouchie. At least it was down, not up, but still. By the time I got to work, I was dripping in sweat and my legs felt like jello.
Little did I know, that wasn't the worst of it. I was sore and stiff when I woke up yesterday morning (though my back was fine!), and the pain continued to build up as the day went on, and peaked sometime yesterday evening. It's still at that level now, but everyone keeps telling me that the 2nd day after something like this is the worst, so hopefully the pain will start subsiding soon.
So I've been going to chiro, which is doing me a world of good, and my back is functioning properly again. I'm starting to actually feel pretty great overall, and looking forward to starting to use the fitness room in my building.
And then Monday happened. I'm working long days this week so I can have Friday off (we're going to visit my family this weekend, and other than my sister, Ian will be meeting my family for the first time). Monday was a crappy day, and I left at 3:30 without saying anything to my boss as he was on the phone at the time. Stopped on the way home for a diet pepsi, and then got to my building where one of the elevators was out, and somebody was using the other one for a move-in. The building manager eventually kicked the people moving in out of the elevator and used it to let the gathering crowd of people get up to their floors. I got into my apartment and got out of my work clothes and was just about to log into WoW, when my phone rang. It was my boss. Turns out that some clients who had screwed up their own power of attorney by not proofreading it properly when it was handed them to proofread (standard procedure to make sure we've spelled names correctly), wanted to come in and re-sign it. But my boss, who can't do anything more than send email and surf the web a little bit on the computer, couldn't figure out where I'd stored the files nor figure out how to make edits in MS Word. So I said I'd come back in to do it. Work is a 5 minute walk away, so no big deal, I figured.
Well when I got out to the elevator, I hit the button and nothing happened. Obviously the one elevator was still out of service, and the other one was still locked out for the people moving in. So if I wanted to get out of the building, I was going to have to hoof it... down 27 flights of stairs. Ouchie. At least it was down, not up, but still. By the time I got to work, I was dripping in sweat and my legs felt like jello.
Little did I know, that wasn't the worst of it. I was sore and stiff when I woke up yesterday morning (though my back was fine!), and the pain continued to build up as the day went on, and peaked sometime yesterday evening. It's still at that level now, but everyone keeps telling me that the 2nd day after something like this is the worst, so hopefully the pain will start subsiding soon.