a day in the life of molly bower.

6:05am - phone alarm sounds to the tune of "buddy," immediately fall back asleep
6:15am - phone alarm sounds to the tune of "calling trip," and 10,000 reasons why i should reset my alarm for 6:55am fly through my mind; swing my legs out of bed and sit up. fine.
6:17am - shower. wake up. how did i get from bed to here?
6:22am - putting on hair towel - zing! what in the world is that? try again. nope. ok. i guess i won't be moving my head today. no nodding, turning, lifting my left shoulder, or looking up.
6:30am-6:40am - attempt to blow dry my hair so that it looks acceptable given the no turning, nodding, looking up circumstances which make it oh-so-difficult to style.
7:05am - pray dear God that this pain will go away and that i can survive until the chiropractor can fix it, and dear God please let him fix it.
8:05am - send an email to my supervisor and other significant co-workers explaining that if i look uncomfortable it's because i am and that i will be leaving the office at an unknown time for my chiropractor appt.
9:12am - my phone decides it official hates cingular, won't even acknowledge that it's connected to a tower, and ceases to send text messages.
9:40am - email to husband: "my phone isn't working."
10:20am - call from chiro: appt at 3pm today
10:30am - ice on and off every 30 minutes.
11:30am - ask a coworker to bring me lunch since i have to use my lunch hour to fix "mrs. crick in 'er neck" as everyone has now decided to call me.
11:50am - decide this is my life. attempt to cope with the pain, stay calm amidst the muscle spasms and pretend that i am emotionally detached from the difficulty this brings to my work day. wonder what the doctor will say and how swollen and hot my neck will be by 3pm.

remind me to talk about fibromyalgia in an upcoming post.