Pain in the neck

This has been a very, very long week.

Monday was going great until 1pm when all of a sudden I got the spins; seriously dizzy, nauseous, and sweating.(And no I had not been drinking.) After talking to my doctor and realizing it wasn't serious enough to come in for I just had to push through. It was nap time, which I thought worked out well, but Demand had other plans. I've been napping with the door open so in case Demand breaks out of her room and I don't hear it on the monitor there's a chance I'll here in the hall/playroom or she'll even come in to find me. I thought I was being clever by leaving the gate in the doorway and closing the door. Demand opened the door, no problem. Met with the gate she decided to take police action and charge through the thing. All I heard was crash, "whoa", "mama?". By the time I got to her room (remember I had the spins) she had left the scene of the crime. I called for her downstairs, and a minute later a happy toddler in monkey footed pajamas came trouncing upstairs carrying a number 8 UNO card. (Why a number 8 UNO card? I don't know, it's a toddler thing.) Mr. Sloth ended up coming home to help me finish the day. He took Demand to the gym with him so I could rest and fight what Mr. Sloth believed was a sinus related issue. It ended up lasting over 8 hours, basically until I went to bed.

Tuesday I woke up with what I thought was a large crick in my neck. It got worse as the day went on and after Demand went to bed I realized I was in some serious pain. I couldn't sleep all night it was so bad, and woke up Wednesday with it again, only worse. Wednesday morning the pain that ran down the right side of my neck and spread halfway down my back was twice as bad as it was the day before. I'd never had upper back pain that hurt to walk, lower back, yes, upper back?? No. I had limited use of my left arm and no use do my right arm. Mr. Sloth had to do my hair for me (Thank goodness we decided that a Father of a daughter needed to know how to make a ponytail!) I was heading to the chiropractor anyway, thankfully. She definitely helped, and after some ice and a nice long nap I was starting to feel better. (It was a muscle spasm by the way, due to either time of year or fighting a virus) Demand even kissed my neck after she saw me with ice on it (Boo-boo? she asked)

I was felling normal enough by dinner to teach CCD. Thank goodness it was an easy night with only Confession and a test on the schedule. However, can I just say that after teaching seven 9th grade boys every week, I am definitely hoping for a baby girl! And here are a few questions, when do boys/men stop saying everything that comes to mind and what happens if they actually keep their feet on the floor for more than two seconds? Do they implode? Do their feet stick to the floor? I mean I don't want to force them to keep their feet on the floor if it's going to cause them physical harm. I just need answers. And of course just walking into Church for confession had at LEAST 4 of them tripping. Tripping on the floor, on the kneelers, on themselves. It blows my mind.

This morning I woke up feeling much better. I still couldn't do my own hair (and let's not talk about the last time I washed it) but I can now look both to my left and my right and I can even lay down and get up without wanting to scream.

I've managed to keep the house decently clean while physically incompasitated. I've kept up with laundry and basic straightening up. The only room to really suffer has been our kitchen. There are dishes that have been dirty for days but every day we manage to clean up enough to run and empty the dishwasher,which is better than nothing. Mr. Sloth has been fantastic, and if he is sick of helping his ill wife he's done a great job of faking it! Way to fake it Mr. Sloth!

I think I earned my weekend this week.