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Rocks in a Bag of Sand
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Rocks in a Bag of Sand |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere 
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Perhaps it is the bitter cold of February, something to do with the barometric pressure that is making my joints stiff and ache. Or I’m just having one of those days that wants to drive me back under the covers. I take my trusty Ibuprofen to take the edge off. I can finally stop rolling my neck that sounds like rocks in a bag of sand. And my shoulders aren’t hunched up to my earlobes. If I sit perfectly still, I don’t feel half bad. But that won’t get my work done. Lucky for me it looks like it’s going to be a light day. I don’t think my brain is up to complicated tasks, as it seems to be just bumbling along with my body. The minute hand is mocking me standing still, I have resigned myself to a long, long day. Coffee is running through me like a waterfall So trips down the hall are frequent and annoying. My feet are already grumbling about my heeled boots. Lord have mercy, it’s not even nine o’clock. C’mon two forty-five! |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
The analogy in the title may be poetic, but the truth of it doesn't sound like fun at all, Miss Lori. Go easy on the Ibu, girl...Get to stretchin' some! ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I take Tylenol here at work, we have a big bottle.  And I be a strechin' every which way. Some days are just like that and I muddle through. If there really isn't something for me to do and I have hours to go, I will sometimes leave early. Just depends how bad I feel. ~L |
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