Thursday, October 26, 2006

There was an old woman....



I feel so old. My bones ache and creak. My hips hurt. My ankles hurt. My spine constantly feels like it needs to crack, up in the shoulder area. This sucks, man. It's all of a sudden, too - within the last few weeks. I just feel like my bones and joints are not aligned properly.

I wish I could afford a chiropractor. I went to one when I was pregnant with Boo and it was great. My back felt fantastic, which made the rest of me feel great, considering I was hugely pregnant. But we can't afford it. We can't afford our electric bill, nevermind a chiropractor.

I had been walking a couple of times a week, but I can't seem to work it in lately. TCBIM is working crazy hours, coming home at 3 or 4 and then having to go out again around 6 o 7 for an hour or two, on sales calls. So, while it's nice having him home during prime chaos hours, it means I can't squeeze a walk in, what with homework checking and soccer practise picking up and nursing and making dinner and, and, and....

I think I'm going to have to start doing crock pot meals or long-cooking things that can be left for half an hour, forty-five minutes, because the walk was really helping. It made me a bit more relaxed. Plus, I love pounding down the street to Rum, Sodomy And The Lash. It's a great disc for walking.

I also have to find a new doctor. The one I have now is horrid. If I were a hypochondriac (What? I am NOT, so just hush.), she'd be great. She told me that I should be seeing a high risk pregnancy specialist, because I was old (c'mere, lemme slap you, lady), that I should see a cardiologist because my father had angioplasty for clogged arteries, and that I needed an endocrinologist for my thyroid issue. I had to take her advice on the last one, since she flat out refused to prescribe my thyroid meds. I have to find someone else. She's a horror show.



As if I didn't feel bad enough about being broker than a broke thing, O wants to go to the ice cream place tomorrow, with the girls from her soccer team, and I don't think I have $5 to give her. I suck.

10 comments:

EC said...

You don't suck :( I'm in that position now, and it's hard but she'll understand. I've had my electric/gas/cable THIS close to being shut off more times than I care to admit, but it always works out somehow. As far as the $5.00, do you collect change? I love my change, it always seems to come in handy just at the right time, maybe you have enough to cash in to give her $5.00?

Now, to the walking! You MUST find time for yourself, if it makes your back feel better than you have to find a way to do it. The crockpot or frozen meals will help a lot!

Megan said...

Just think, by finding a good endo now, if O ever leaves Joslin, you can save her the work of sorting through the riff raff.

cHoCoMiLkRoCkS said...

thanks.... :)

Mrs. Chicky said...

I feel for you. I need a chiropractor in the worst way but I'm cheap, ahem, frugal so I won't pay for one. I'd rather just lie on the couch and moan.

Shannon said...

God I could use a chiropractor right now.

One way to crack your back right between the shoulder blades is to hug yourself, get TCBIM to stand behind you, grab you so that your back is against his chest and pick you up while he leans back with you leaning back against him. Then he'll have to jump a little which will get your back to crack wonderfully.

Jeff does this for me all the time and I feel like a new person afterward.

I agree with Erin, collect your change for little things like the ice cream. You'd be amazed at how much you can save if you dump your change each week into a jar.

Andrea said...

I know that feeling of suck, and that feeling of broke. I had to charge a gallon of milk once.

Chiropractors are great, but they always seem to say you have to come back a couple times a week. I can't help but wonder if that's just to keep business booming or if it's really true. For the most part, I usually felt so good after an adjustment, I didn't care if it was padding the bills. Maybe that's why I had to charge a gallon of milk once.

Oh, The Joys said...

Love me some crock pot action... just e-mailed you a recipe!

Beck said...

I heart my crockpot.
My back has hurt non-stop since I turned 34. It's just a depressing trainride to ageville, population me.

Rachel said...

Mmm. crockpot.

graymama said...

The best slow-cooker cook book is here. I bet your local library would have a copy.

Hubby and I collect our change to pay for our vacations. When we have enough in the jar, it is time for a trip.

You are a GREAT mama! Money isn't everything. Love means so much more!