Some Days It Doesn't Pay To Wake Up  

MissAnnThrope 57F
11679 posts
5/28/2006 9:17 am

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Some Days It Doesn't Pay To Wake Up

WARNING: This is a major whine. Be warned.

I am having the weekend from Hell. Literally. It all started when I woke up Friday morning.

I should know better than to fall asleep on the couch. I really should. But Thursday night, I was so dead tired, I was just going to shut my eyes for five minutes. I woke up five hours later with my head, neck and upper back screaming in agony and my head was at a very weird angle. I crawled off to bed for another two or three hours, but the damage was done.

I was in agony when I did get up. OK, I figured a warm compress and some Advil would take care of that. I was wrong. When I hadn't stopped hurting by Friday afternoon, I decided all that was going to help was to be tortured by a small Chinese woman. Er, I mean go for a massage.

I get there and there's someone new there. She's the only one who isn't busy. Who obviously didn't speak enough English to understand that "Ow!" means lighten up. But her work on my upper back did kill off the headache. Her work on my lower back however, did something to the sciatic nerve.

I felt it when she did it. I kept asking her to go lighter in that area. But I had the Nurse Ratchett of masseuses. Whatever she did to my sciatic nerve, by the time I got home, my left ankle was swollen all to hell. Not to mention, it also felt like my coccyx was broken. Sitting was no fun either. So, I hobbled off to bed at an early hour. Early for me, anyway.

When I woke up Saturday morning, holy mother of God was I in pain! It felt like I had rocks in my upper back and neck. I mean, it hurt to look up. Well, at least the headache was gone, right? My coccyx still hurt like hell, but my ankle was down to almost normal size.

Well, in spite of the heat, which came out of nowhere at the end of the week, I decided I had to get out. I went to hang at a fluffy shop a few towns over. Just getting there and back is enough to waste an afternoon as it's two buses to get there.

NJ Transit sucks on weekends. The bus schedule is cut down to every hour, to ever hour and a half, depending on the route. But the two buses I had to take do intersect in downtown Newark in a few spots. So, on the way there, I figure, I can just catch the connecting bus if I get off at Broad St. Station. I was wrong. Luckily, I didn't get off the bus there, I saw the connecting bus coming. Mind you, if my bus had been on time, (yeah, right,) I would have been able to get the connecting bus. So, I decided that a 45 minute wait at Newark Penn Station was in order.

The bus lanes are open air. Yes, there is a roof over them, but they are open air. The waiting rooms are glass enclosed and considered inside. Well, the entire bus lanes area is now considered inside, I discovered. I got off the bus, lit a cigarette and the bus driver informed me, the entire area is now non-smoking. That I can get a $250 ticket for smoking in an open air area. WTF?

So I take my cigarette outside, roughly ten feet away. To where you can't get a ticket for smoking, as there is no roof. Then I go to wander the station for a while.

It's 87 F out there, the humidity is above 50% too. So do they have the air conditioning on in the station? Of course not. It was hotter inside than out. Great for the concession stands, bad for anyone who wanted to get out of the heat. Which leads me to another thing...

Iced coffee from coffee stands is a rip off. The cups are about the same size as a large coffee, it's at least half ice and they charge more for it than a regular coffee. How the hell do they have the balls to do that?

The next bus finally comes. Late. At this point, if it wasn't for the fact it would have been two trains on an even more roundabout route, I would have done that. But the bus finally arrives. We get on. We head off. The air conditioning is wonky. It keeps cutting in and out. I'm in Hell, literally. I get on the bus and take a seat. About halfway there, my left ankle starts to itch. I lift my right foot to scratch it and discover my right foot was resting on the part of the floor where some pig decided to spit out their gum. Great. Now I have to get gum off my sandal. Oh yeah, good times.

I finally get there and not much is going on. No one who is usually fun to hang out with is there. I browse the store, I can't figure out why I had such an urge to hit it. I pick up a few candles and I'm on my way.

Well, I thought I was on my way. I check the bus schedule, I've got about a half hour to wait. So, I take a walk. I noticed my ankle felt a little stiff, but I figured walking would help it. Heh.

The bus back to Newark arrives. I don't even think to check the time on my transfer, or I would see the bus was late. So, I don't get off at Broad St. Station or Military Park, as it's scheduled to be there 15 minutes before my bus home...

We get back to Newark Penn Station just in time for my bus home to pull out without me. Not a chance of running to get it, as I can feel the ankle is starting a bit. So, I go in get a soda and a magazine and hit the waiting room for the better part of an hour.

I head out to the bus lanes about 15 minutes before it's time for my bus. I'm outside the area, smoking and double checking the schedule when some homeless guy asks if I have any spare change. Instead of digging in my pocket as I had both hands full, not to mention if the beggars there see you give change to one, they all flock to you, I said no. It's easy to lose every piece of change you have to the beggars there. Mind you, I do sympathize with the homeless. I worry about becoming homeless myself. But when they have an obvious drug or drinking problem, I can't bring myself to feed their habit. Well, just after I said no to him, the bag with the candles breaks open. I mean, it looked like someone had taken a razor to the bag. I pick them up, fold up the bag the best I can and go get in line for the bus. Which of course, is late. It is a weekend, after all.

I get on the bus, give him my transfer and the extra change to get home. Then I step down. Something in my left ankle goes sprong. Actually, it was more a cross between a sprong and a scrunch. I'm in agony.

I took the closest seat and looked at my ankle. It was huge. Almost three times the normal size. The only good news was, for the first time that day, we had a decent bus driver. This is actually one of my favorite drivers. If he could get away with it, he would run the air conditioning in 40 F weather. Finally, a properly air conditioned ride.

I got home just in time for the Yankees game to be over. How the hell did they beat the Royals 4-15 in less than three hours? Less than three hours! How is that possible?

I examine my ankle. It seems to be a tendon that's giving me the trouble. But it's swollen to scary proportions. I put it up as best I can and settle in. I start to dread feeling pressure on my bladder and the fact that it occurs to me I'm getting hungry and I'll have to walk soon. It actually feels like the joint needs to crack at that moment.

I finally give up. My lower back is screaming and my ankle needs more elevation. I take a shower, in hopes that things will feel better for it. Not to mention, all that hot, sweaty and gross was getting to me. I move the laptop to the bedroom and prop pillows under my leg and get as comfortable as possible. I try to ignore the stomach grumbles and I occupy myself with whining to friends.

When I'm finally tired enough to sleep, I start to shut off everything. But this thing is on its last legs. I seem to need a new heat sink. I know I have bad RAM chips. As I'm shutting down the browser, it turns itself off. That's a new trick it's been doing. For some reason, the CPU will top at at 100% for no reason and this thing will turn off. Usually, it's no big deal. But I was shutting down the browser when it happened this time.

I wake up this morning to the sound of the upstairs neighbors vacuuming at 8:30 AM. On a Sunday morning. When people are trying to sleep in. Every time I try to go back to sleep, the vacuum starts up again. So, I finally gave up and got up.

I examine myself before getting out of bed. My ankle is way down, that's happy. It still feels like there are rocks in my back. My coccyx still hurts. But my ankle is down to almost normal, right? I stood up... OMG, I'm still in pain. It hurts to the shin to bend it up. It hurts like hell to try to walk. I twist it around a few times. Yep. Something in there needs to crack. It's scrunching and grinding as I twist it around. OK. Maybe if I spend the day twisting it, I'll get whatever to pop back into place and I'll be able to walk again.

Screw getting dressed. I get up, brush my teeth, get a can of Diet Coke as it's too much trouble standing to make coffee and I head back to bed. I turn on the computer. I boot up the browser...

ALL MY BOOKMARKS ARE GONE! Yep. When the damned thing turned itself off last night, all my bookmarks disappeared in the crash. Hoping against hope, I hit the application data files. It says under bookmarks, 1KB. No, this isn't happening to me! But it is. My bookmarks are gone. Now, I have to spend the day trying to reconstruct the files. *sigh*

I dread the idea that I have to leave the apartment at some point today. I'm going to have to deal with stairs with my ankle in its current condition. But I need to get to the store. I have visions of being run down by a speeding bus as I cross the street, as whatever in my ankle snaps and I fall and can't crawl out of the way in time. Or being struck down by stray lightning that appears out of the blue. I'm worried that it's just going to get worse.

Someone say something to make me feel better! Or at least volunteer to go to the store for me!

RevJoseyWales 70M/67F
14393 posts
5/28/2006 9:32 am

To make you feel better: I'll give you a proper massage.

If I was there I'd go to the store for ya, even tho' the A/C in my Jeep doesn't work. Carol won't mind. Have a GREAT end to your weekend Ann, I'm gonna go party with the Duchess. Seriously, take a moment out tomorrow and think of my brothers and sisters.

"McVeigh had the right idea, wrong address."

"This ain't Dodge City, and you ain't Bill Hickok."

MissAnnThrope replies on 5/28/2006 8:52 pm:
Hey, I'm so hobbled, you'd have to do the shopping and then deliver it, so the lack of a/c doesn't matter. I literally can't walk as of tonight.

Have a great time at the party!

haversack_smith 41M
6192 posts
5/28/2006 9:37 am

Wow, you poor thing. You have had a rough time! Come over here and I'll kiss it all better, lol.

In my experience these things tend to balance out, so just think of the huge slice of good luck that'll be coming your way in the weeks to come, and I'll mail you some food. (Unfortunately it's a bank holiday weekend in the UK so I can't do that until Tuesday... think you can hold out until the end of the week?)

MissAnnThrope replies on 5/28/2006 8:55 pm:
Heh. I've told you before. Send me the plane ticket. And in this case, the car service to the airport.

It's a holiday weekend here too. I shall try to stave off starvation until the end of the week. But just in case I don't quite make it, can you send it express mail?

rm_CauseISaidSo 49F
182 posts
5/28/2006 9:48 am

Poor darling! So sorry to hear about your lousy weekend. I am not sure whether to recommend ice or a heating pad, and I hear you about the crappy computer, you know what the deal with mine has been.

Think of it this least you don't have more than 70% of the country thinking you are an idiot who does a lousy job and you aren't losing any support with your own base!

Sorry, that's the best I could come up with, lol. A growling stomach breaks my concentration!

MissAnnThrope replies on 5/28/2006 8:57 pm:
I wish I had ice. I have none. I think it could use a good icing and at this point, an air cast or something. Yeah. At least I'm not Dubya. But can I at least get his health insurance plan?

rm_snappysback 60F

5/28/2006 10:38 am

Hey, MissAnn....sorry to read about your painful weekend. Sounds like my week from hell this past week, which has extended into the holiday weekend. I can certainly emphathize with you. I hope your body recovers quickly and completely so that your mood follows. Take care.


MissAnnThrope replies on 5/28/2006 8:58 pm:
Thanks snappy. I hope you feel better soon too.

8337 posts
5/28/2006 4:01 pm

If it's any consolation, Ann, I've gotten bad massages too.

Sounds like your ankle need to be popped back in to place.

You'll be fine, when you go to the store and walk gingerly on the ankle, look both ways before crossing and watchout for people on bikes, they will take you out if you're not looking.


"My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer to embrace an early death." -Tupac Shakur

MissAnnThrope replies on 5/28/2006 9:01 pm:
Sadly, I think you're right about it needing to be popped back into place. Holy mother of God, this hurts.

I did go to the store. I waited until the bicycle shop on the block was closed, as on Sundays it's always a bunch of kids trying out new bikes. However, low motorcycle day for the neighborhood. I was fine. It was feeling better. Then I had to do the stairs to get back up to the apartment. It's worse now than before. I can't even get to the next room without screaming from the pain.

Why does this kind of thing always happen on a holiday weekend?

HBowt2 60F

5/28/2006 4:51 pm

you have had it rough haven't you....not a lot I can do from here....if it doesn't get better soon go get it seen too....hope the good stuff arrives soon...

MissAnnThrope replies on 5/28/2006 9:02 pm:
Thanks H. I hope the good stuff starts happening soon, too. I don't know how much more I can take.

free2chose2 67F

5/29/2006 2:42 am

Hope your ankle recovered, if not seek medical attention----better get some food delivered

Don't worry, be Happy

MissAnnThrope replies on 5/30/2006 11:19 am:
Thanks. I wish the grocery stores around here delivered. That would make my life so much easier. I would still have to get them up the stairs, though.

It seems to be a sprain. Which sucks. But at least the swelling is down.

rm_rsp54 59F
531 posts
5/29/2006 5:40 am

And I thought that my weekend was going badly. If I were closer, I'd gladly run errands for you. Hope that things start looking up!!!

MissAnnThrope replies on 5/30/2006 11:23 am:
Thanks, rsp. This really is one of the times I wish I had a car and didn't let my license expire. I'm really starting to miss walking too.

PrincessKarma 45F
6188 posts
5/29/2006 10:36 pm

*sends healing vibes*

The Big Bang was the mother of all orgasms.PrincessKarma

MissAnnThrope replies on 5/30/2006 11:24 am:
Thanks, PK.

cuteNEway 42F

5/30/2006 1:41 am

Note to self: Do NOT go to pissed off Chinese lady for relief and/or relaxation.

You KNOW she knew English girlie! These chinas get into that mood sometimes and they play dumb when it's convenient. The Chinese peeps I used to work with in the casino were like that too!

MissAnnThrope replies on 5/30/2006 11:28 am:
Nah, these women really do have a limited English vocabulary. I used to go there regularly and they would ask how I was. I'd say something and they'd stare at me with blank expressions and I'd basically have to pantomime it out for them. But this one was new. Or at least, I've never been there on her day before. She was the only one who didn't have a client, too. I'm starting to think that she's the one that is working when I hear men five stalls away complain she's too rough.

rm_AnOddGirl 58F
3469 posts
6/2/2006 1:15 am

OMG, I can sooo relate, from transit to the ankle, except maybe for the little Chinese lady (kinda scary)

Rest, elevate leg above heart, ice pack (frozen bagged peas work well and no extra weight), support ie ace wrap, walking stick, if you can, rotate aspirin, tylenol, ibuprofen (torn ligament?)

I would scoot UP the stairs on my ass with cast held high, a kind of reverse slide?

No Sleeping on the Couch!

Threaten computer with stick!

Get Well!

Dayum did I just channel Mum?


MissAnnThrope replies on 6/2/2006 2:49 pm:
I'm doing what I can, mostly I'm laying in bed with the POS laptop. It's better, but far from healed. Then again, it's only been a week. I'm only hitting the couch to watch the news and play Game Cube, so I'm safe there. For the moment.

I'm afraid to threaten this POS with a stick. I'm afraid the case will fall to pieces if I do.

Hey, if you're channelling mom, get her to go to the store for me!

MisterPriapus 58M
6980 posts
6/4/2006 8:57 am

Jeez, the road trip from Hell!

You never notice how much time you spend on your feet until getting that dreaded Ankle-Sprong..!

I’ve SO been there: While getting treatment for back injuries from my M/C wreck, I tried Acupuncture. It helped, more or less, about as much as chiropractic treatments had... which was marginally, at best!

On what would prove to be one of my final visits, I mentioned a very minor ache in my R hip. Misunderstanding both the severity of that problem, and apparently where to stick the needles, she transformed my Chi into a Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia Pet and I awoke the following day unable to walk!

Sure the L leg worked just fine, but being bipedal by nature, that didn't do me a whole heapin' lot of good. And one-legged leaping was too damned jarring on my still-miserable back...

Anyhoo, if not for the long-assed drive down from NH, I'd be happy to make a run to the store for you. Along with comestibles and potables, maybe also hook you up with some Cal-Mag tablets for your back:

I discovered I was magnesium deficient, which the wreck's aftermath made painfully clear. I doesn’t work for all back pain, but at the very least, taking the supplements won’t hurt you any worse.

Mg, with calcium (Any form, other than Ca carbonate), and vitamin D. (They help with the uptake of the Mg.)

While I’m at the store, what kind of cheese would you like to accompany that whine..?



Been a while since they last let me out into polite society. Resurfacing, catching a breath, & catching up.

And while I got my Broad-Brimmed Pimping Hat on, could I cajole all of y'all to Comment on, Alone In A Cloud? It's probably the best thing that I've written!



MissAnnThrope replies on 6/4/2006 4:26 pm:
I'll take a nice, triple cream brie, thank you.

I should have listened to my instincts and gone for acupuncture instead of the massage from Hell. Acupuncture actually keeps the sciatica and the RLS at bey for long periods of time. Like two months at a time. But no. My neck hurt too and I'm too much of a fucking pussy to let him stick needles where I can see them. Heh.

My old chiro told me about magnesium, especially if you're taking calcium. I had been getting awful Charley horses and as soon as I started taking magnesium, they went away. But my sciatica is from falling down the stairs on my coccyx when I was 18. I hit five of the stairs squarely before managing to grab the bannister and stop falling. I was warned to wait 20 years. It took about 25, but it caught up with me.

milfseeker27b 37M

6/5/2006 7:43 pm

hope your feeling better - you could always run with me never hear any complaints about that from the ladies - I guess the shorts that slide down are more than enough compensation


ps - cool pic - reminds me of the JA album cover for Crown of Creation

MissAnnThrope replies on 6/7/2006 12:11 pm:
Heh. I'm not doing any running in my condition. I'm still hobbling in the ace bandage.

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