I'm self-imposing a break today from the deadlined project because IT'S KILLING ME!! And if I die, the project will NEVER get done because no one else knows how to do it. Well, sorta. But mostly for real.
Anyway, remember when I said my knees were in a happy place? Yeah, this project saw to it that THAT is no longer true. Try standing/walking for 3+ hours a day on a concrete floor for three days straight. Yeah. That'll pretty much ruin anyone's knees/feet, amiright? Add that to the fact that the other 5 hours of the day are me running here, there, and yonder? Yeah.
I'm not complaining about the work itself. Once I got in the groove of it, I actually enjoy it. I just hate the effect it's having on my poor ol' body. It sucks to be old, out of shape and fat. I'm not even being self-depreciating here. Truth! (Anyone else shocked to know that I spelled "depreciating" correctly on the first try? Cause I totally fell outta my chair when spell check didn't highlight it.)
BUT in the interest of being completely fair, my two mornings walking with Denise Austin prior to the project kick-in-the-pants had already put the ol' knees on high alert. *whines* I can't do anything!
For realz, though. My left knee is all stiff and achy and sometimes it's all I can do to sit, stand or walk. Laying down's even hard at times. And you can just forget stairs.
I started icing it last night. That'll hafta be a regular thing now because there'll be no stopping the project just because I can't walk. They'll shove me in there in a wheel chair if need be, I'm sure.
June 30th, ya'll. If I survive this, I'm totally throwing myself an "I'm alive" party. It may be from a hospital but it'll happen, fo sho!