Diamonds in my Chest in Every day scata

Raindear

Well, I survived work. I did a lot of cussing and “omg I’m in pain” moves (grabbing my wrist, shutting my eyes real tight and the “sssssssst” sound). I got annoyed because I was moving so slow.

To make a bed right now, I have to lift the corner of the mattress with my right hand (and that is tearing at my shoulder) shove my knee under to hold the mattress up, then tuck the sheet and blanket under.

And I was right about the stupid pillows. I can’t shake them into the “right” position. So I told the owner and the chef that I can’t do the pillows, so they said they’ll take care of it for me :)

I did get my first tip today :) 20 bucks. About damn time someone tipped. Pam and I always tip housekeeping. But whatever. I got a tip!

I kind of overmedicated myself. Between the wrist screaming, my shoulders (both of them now) screaming, and the fibro symptoms due to the cruddy weather and all the other crap piled on top of it, I ended up taking an extra Norco, a Flexeril and a Clonazepam. And I still want to cry. grrr

Sorry for the short entry. I’m keeping up with two convos and three word with friends games on facebook.

I’ll write a real entry tomorrow :)

See ya!