ammogirl

3:15 am. That is the time I have been awake since. I was fine in my sleepy slumber, dreaming my super weird dreams about people getting liquefied in industrial liquefiers, when…BINK! Wide awake! And then of course, as people do, I started thinking about the things I can do nothing about (like why I have such weird dreams), until finally at 4:30 I was all, fuck it. And got up.

Now I’m tired, but temporarily running on the fuel of Christmas cookie dough and physical therapist-assigned exercises, so I thought I’d say hey. So, hey. They seem to be working, by the way. The exercises. Actually, believe it or not, this physical therapist seems to have a clue. We’ll see. I did think it was funny when I was going over my history with him last week that he was as confused as I was. He was all, “wait, they gave you shoulder therapy? Oh. And hip stuff? Oh.” The best, though, was when I mentioned I was sitting on the ball at work and he completely interrupted me and asked, just like this, “…wwwhhhhhyYYYYY? Are you sitting. On a BALL?” I immediately dimed out the previous therapist and he literally rolled his eyes, shooed his hand, and made a ‘pfft’ noise. And guess what? After what he told me is possibly the problem, there’s no WAY the ball has been helping the situation. So the ball? Ditched. It’s now used solely for random ab work.

Anyway. Can you believe it’s very nearly Christmas? I can, if only because of the vast amounts of yummy goodness people are bringing in to work. You know those Russian Tea Cakes or Mexican Wedding Cakes or Snowballs or whatever the hell they are? Yeah….yum.

And now I have to go eat roll out some more dough. Yum!
Tschuss!!