I'm having one of those days. Just one of those days where you can't see the forest from the trees no matter how hard you try. I tweaked my neck something fierce a couple weeks ago and promptly got a deep tissue massage that seemed to start the healing process. Then yesterday as I was reaching under the bed to retrieve a tennis ball that Indy had lost I felt the entire right side of my neck seize into the worst charlie horse EVER. I'm really not exaggerating. WORST. EVER. I couldn't even make a sound until 30 seconds later when the cramp had gone from mind numbing to just a confusing amount of pain. I've been stretching it and massaging it and popping Advil like it's Pez ( I can't even EAT Pez...okay. WHITE Pez). The point is nothing seems to help and now I've got some chronic headaches and a hunchback, but I'll be just FINE!
Then I walk out to my car to drive home for lunch and find a nice envelope on my windshield. Placed there by the kind folks at Parking Enforment. It seems I am PHYSICALLY INCAPABLE of parking legally. I just CANNOT remember that one side of the street has street cleaning on Thursdays while the OTHER SIDE is Fridays. I was oblivious. Completely blindsided. I. am. so. stupid. I am really kicking myself. This has not been a good year for me as far as "the law" and "my car" go. I think I just found my new years resolution: spend less money by not breaking the law. And REMEMBER STREET CLEANING DAYS. I think this calls for a post-it. Or maybe my company should spring for some employee parking.
I get home (it's still only 1:30pm) and am greeted by a completely random bill from a doctor who I haven't seen in MONTHS for over $100 from a "prior balance". No date. No explanation. Just complete bullshit. This correlates lovely with the random bill from an unknown clinic trying to charge me almost $200 for unspecified tests from JANUARY. I'm still waiting for them to send me the itemized breakdown of THOSE charges.
It's just one of those days where all I want to do is put on my PJs, curl up in a little ball and SLEEP. Sleep until I can wake up and not have to sit on hold with insurance companies and doctor's offices and deal with real life and money and bills and work and figuring out what to make for dinner. There comes a point when it's all just so exhausting. I don't think I like being an adult. I actually DREAD getting the mail. It's never anything fun like a card....or money. It's always bills. Whether it's legitimate bills or unexplained crap that I have to fight. It all sucks. The postman (Thomas) is not my friend. He's also terrified of Indy. The cliché amuses me.
I have resorted to eating what might be the strangest and most disgusting food that I've become temporarily addicted to. Dried Lychees. They smell foul, look like something I might have to pick up with plastic bag and taste somewhere between sour and bitter. I can't stop eating them. Maybe I have a vitamin deficiency. I need to stop blogging in 3....2.....