I was complaining to a friend about how I felt like someone kicked me from head to toe when I got up Sunday morning. The day before I had spent about an hour cleaning up dead leavings in my herb garden and another hour wiping down the baseboards on the main floor in our house. While these chores may not seem like a big deal to anyone else, this body didn't like it. I spent most of Sunday like an old woman hobbling around the house trying to figure out why I was sore. (It took me a while to figure it out ... my mind is not as sharp as it used to be either!) At work yesterday, I took a Naproxen out of my purse and laid it on my desk in search of my water glass. I got side-tracked and about an hour later I wondered by the pain reliever wasn't working. I turned around and noticed it was still sitting on my desk. I'm losing it! (laugh out loud)
TAKE AWAY: I have said it before and can never say it enough, I
love those mechanical things that make life easier. I just wanna know
when do I qualify for assisted living??????