Me trying to be vegan: eats an entire bag of vegan chicken nuggets and is still hungry.
My medication for my shingles ended and I began to experience more pain so I called my doctors office. The doctor I talked to recommended applying this cream that can help, she said it would hurt the first 2-3 times then work great.
I didn’t make it past the first time.
Oh yeah, it’s made from hot peppers.
Anyways, I almost passed out it hurt so bad and my skin was so red. For 2 hours I had to have ice cold compresses on it that had to changed every minute to help.
I think I’ve titled a post this in the past…oh well. Anyways, I start classes in 2 weeks!
I have started flossing again even though it is the bane of my existence. I like how my teeth and mouth feel when I floss regularly and I have a cleaning in a couple months where they’ll tell me to floss more, but I find it too time consuming. Like, it doesn’t take that long, but I could be doing something way better in that time frame. I do care about my teeth and how they look, along with spending a lot of money on them.
I’m having a lot of anxiety today because I need it to be tomorrow. I see a doctor in sports medicine tomorrow and hopefully will find out why I have chronic pain. I’ve had pain in my hip and knee since I was a child and was always told it was fine. It’s not fine. A 22 year old shouldn’t have their knee crack when they move or have to stop doing something because of the intense pain radiating throughout my hip, let alone having it at 14 like I did. The muscle spasms and pain is just too much. I’m excited to hopefully find out what’s wrong, but at the same time worried about it. I’m basically going to be a wreck until I get there tomorrow morning.
I haven’t consumed caffeine in months. It’s been easy, until lately: the smell of coffee has made it so hard to resist. I don’t miss the energy coffee gave me, I miss the taste. I’ve almost caved a few times, but have held myself back. I finally bought decaf.
Today I had physical therapy. It started off a little weird when my physical therapist strapped a gait belt around her and I. It got weirder when she spent the next half hour touching my ass. I got a little concerned when she told me to lay on my stomach and started pulling my shorts down. She was going to put kinsotherapy tape on me, but didn’t say that until after.