A week agoA week ago today I put my back out again; only this time dealing with Pudd'n. He's as tall as me now and weighs almost as much. I forget he's not a toddler any more and I can't be pushing myself. At least this time when I go to P/T I won't spend the entire time crying because it hurts so bad. The poor therapist is one of those guys that get weirded out when women cry. I wasn't bawling, I just had tears running down my cheeks non stop. He would akwardly pat me on my shoulder. My massage therapist took one look at me and gave me a big hug. He said to me "Maeve, you are not broken. You are just stuck". Hearing that gave me the big sobbing tears. I'm just so tired of always being in pain; this whole summer has sucked hot sweaty balls because I haven't been able to do jack shit. I've missed a lot of work at the house of the fucking hat and I no longer have a pay check coming in since school is out. I will not get a full paycheck from them until NOVEMBER. My back had better get better because I need to be wearing that fucking hat and bringing in tips.
I just want to be whole again.
Mind, body and spirit.