Past couple days

Wednesday, December 29. 2010
10:58AM

Woke up with a major neck pain and, consequentially, a tension headache. It hurt so bad I was nauseated. I didn't get home until almost 5am last night and would have liked to have slept longer, but I couldn't for the pain. So I got up, popped a couple ibuprofen, ate some cereal even though I was already nauseated because, knowing me, medicine on an empty stomach would not be good. Got some coffee and sat on the Shiatsu massager my parents got a couple years ago for Christmas. I still have a mild head and neck ache, but it's tolerable now. Part of the issue may be the fact that I spent 90 minutes lifting weights yesterday (gotta get your money's worth- they jacked the prices at Work's to $7.00 a pop), but I think the main issue is this bed I sleep on here. I picked it out when I was in fourth grade, when I barely weighed 60 pounds, so half my current body weight, and didn't need as much support. Add to that the years of wear and tare and the fact that I have a whole slew of back problems anyway and have gotten used to using a memory foam mattress, and I am miserable just about every morning I wake up here. >:(

So... yesterday I did go up to Work's. Dad didn't want to lift, but he did want to come in with me. There were a lot of people there, a lot of his friends. Like I said, I did quite a lot of lifting for one day, more than I really ever do, I think, perhaps more than I've ever done in one session. But I didn't want to pay to go back the next two days, so I wanted to make it count.

After the gym, came home, had soup and a burger for lunch. Showered, went up to Baristas with John. The idea was to do some reading for school, but we wound up just talking. Marlee Amos met me there at 5:30. We'd been planning to meet up and catch up on some things. We never had the opportunity to hang out a whole lot in school, but we were in band together and I always thought she was a pretty cool person. She's got a trip coming up to El Salvador, so that's exciting! I wish I was going.

There was supposed to be a poetry reading at 7pm, but it wound up being just me and Bill Flewelling, a man in his sixties who used to be a minister here in town. I enjoyed our poetry sharing, but I also would have liked to have seen some of the old gang, too. I was sort of bummed to not see more people.

Came home to visit with my parents only to discover they were gone to a Christmas party for one of their workplaces. So I went up to the Ballards', where John, Mark, Constance, and Andy were hanging out. John and I went to ChooChoo's to grab dinner, stopped at Witschey's for a six-pack, and then went back to the Ballards' to hang out. I wound up being there until almost 5am talking to Mark. It was nice catching up. I mean, I grew up with those boys and now I hardly ever talk to them. Andy went to sleep around 2:30 I think, and John was passed out on the couch. I had to wake him up to take me home- don't care, I'm not walking down that dark hill alone in the middle of the night.

On Monday, Carly and I went up to St. Clairsville and went shopping. Our parents gave us some money for Christmas, and I used mine to buy clothes that I really really needed. Shopping is not my favorite thing- I get tired and sore, irritated. But it was nice to spend the day with my sister, and it's definitely nice to have some jeans I don't have to jump and wriggle to get myself in.