It's been a long week. Monday was just ... bad. I ticked off our IT guy at work by opening up one of those d*%$ emails that as soon as you click on it, you think, "Oops." So I trotted over to his office, and he promptly yelled at me. Like I was a child. Or stupid. Or a stupid child.
This was after I found out that every imaginable driving route from my home to office and back home again is under construction. Can't get there from her. Orange barrels. Must as well sleep in the office.
This, combined with the fact that I am now the ONLY person on the planet who stills checks their blind spot before changing lanes, makes me want to quit my job and go live in a yurt.
Our health insurance company sent us these gloom and doom letters that Dear Hubby and I HAD to go online and fill out a health assessment NOW or OUR INSURANCE WOULD BE CANCELLED!!! They were SERIOUS! So, I went online Wednesday. Their system was down for maintenance.
Tried again yesterday. I swear I could not make heads or tails of the instructions in the letter compared to what I was seeing on the screen. Mind you, I spend about 8 hours a day on the computer. I know my way around. Finally gave up.
Another attempt today. In an act of desperation, I called their customer service - no waiting! Miracle! Angels singing! "Rachel" kindly explained that the "letter has a lot of people confused. It's outdated." And then she gave me a completely different set of instructions to get to the health assessment. I asked, "No one could figure this out on their own. And yet, if a customer doesn't figure this out, you're going to cancel their insurance?" She demurred to answer.
I failed the health assessment by the way. I'm obese and I don't exercise enough. Of course, no where in the health assessment did it give me the opportunity to tell the insurer, "I have a freakin' tumor on my spine!" At the end of the assessment, I got some "helpful" suggestions to "Begin doing short walks, and increase the length of the walks slowly." Well, it'll be slow all right...
I got 5 freakin' lbs. of paper regarding a lawsuit we are involved in. I don't speak legalese, but I'm pretty sure the whole thing boiled down to the other party saying, "We are right and you are wrong. On top of that, you are really stupid."
I cracked my iPad.
My back is killing me. It just hurts. I'm trying to be a good Catholic girl and offer it all up, but I just want to cry every morning as I try to get out of bed.
I have two appointments in the next two weeks at UofM for more consultations regarding this tumor on my spine. I like Ann Arbor, but the hospital....not so much. Surgery has not yet been ruled out.
Last night, I tried to fall asleep but my back was just hurting. I decided to stretch. I got on the floor and did a child's pose (for those who don't know yoga, you basically curl up in a ball facing the floor and then stretch out your arms.) I fell asleep. I'm not sure how long I was asleep, but when I woke up, I was still in the child's pose, and my legs and feet were numb. But my back felt better.
St. Gemma Galgani, patron saint of back pain sufferers, pray for us.
St. John Paul II the Great, pray for us.
St. Teresa Benedicta of the Cross, pray for us.