Yesterday, I was supposed to write my Y post. I didn’t. You might think I waited intentionally so I could use ‘yesterday‘ as my word. I didn’t. Just thought of that now.
Yesterday, I went to the chiropractor. I wish his adjustments improved my pain long term. They don’t. They barely help in the short term. Why do I continue to see him? Every time I go, I ask myself that question. Then I go back anyway. I’m an idiot. I’m just wasting money. If I skipped that co-payment three times, I could pay for a massage instead. And maybe I’d do that if I had any idea where to go for a massage.
Yesterday, I realized that my back pain is getting worse and nothing I’m doing is helping. I cried for a long time because of pain and fear of my future pain. I’m scared.
Yesterday, I made ‘healthy‘ Chicken Marsala for dinner. Tonight, I don’t have to cook because we have leftovers. Yay!
Yesterday, my kids moved up a belt in karate. Maybe they can defend me when I’m unable to do so myself due to back pain. And overall laziness.
Yesterday, I wondered what the fuck I was going to write for Y… and for Z.
p.s.— Today, I slept too much. I had coffee. I ate a banana. I forgot to eat again after that. It’s 5pm. I’m a mess.
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