I was lamenting to a friend of mine about my busy week. Lamenting sounds so much better than complaining, doesn’t it? Anyway, I was going on and on about my crazy work schedule, the weekend events that will keep me hopping from Friday night until late Sunday, school, church, house, work, blah, blah, BLAH. She said,
“It sounds like your usual schedule.”
Ouch. JD says I should learn to say, “no” every now and then. But it’s all stuff I WANT to do. Besides, I could do it all with a smile if I didn’t have this darn headache.
This is day 4 with an aching back, stiff neck and pounding head. I blame JD. See, last weekend he wanted to go on an adventure. So we drove up to North Georgia and went sky-diving. I didn’t mention it before because I knew my mother would be all upset and everyone would want to see pictures, and frankly, I just don’t have the time to download my photos. It was all going fine, but when the chute opened, it jerked me really hard, and I’ve been paying the price every since.
JD says it wasn’t the skydiving at all. He thinks I slept on a big pillow. Either that or too much time sitting on the couch hunched over my computer.
What kind of octogenarian gets hurt sleeping? Whatever. I just hope I feel better by the weekend. Kayaks don’t paddle themselves!
2 thoughts on “Advil, where for art thou Advil?”
Surely you didn’t go sky diving. If JD let you do that he is not the perfect husband. Tell me that you are just trying to get me mad. That is right up there with the van ride down town.
Speaking of the van ride downtown- I am so excited about what God is going to do tomorrow night! And its not down town, its really the west side. 😉