I am having the spazziest day and I have only been awake for about 3 hours now.
I just got back from canvas shopping and let me tell you, this was a mental ordeal for me, and I can trace this all back to last night about 12 o'clock.
My back has been bothering me a bit this week. For those of you out there who don't know about my back, well, in a nutshell, it's awful. It all stems from a hereditary degenerative malformation of my spinal vertebrae called spondylosis. It developed into further problems, specifically with my sacroiliac joint (or SI joint). That stupid joint just wouldn't stay in place. It popped out a lot, leading to intense pain that I can only describe as the feeling of being stabbed with a serrated knife in my bone. There was also some sciatic nerve pain that would radiate down the side of both my legs.
This past December I had a procedure done called radiofrequency nerve ablation. This basically meant they put me under an x-ray, found the nerves that cause me pain, stuck a needle into them re-creating that pain and sending a radiofrequency current to the tissue causing the tissue to heat. The nerve is then temporarily deactivated, as well as the pain signal. Since then the pain has been WAY less painful, which is awesome. This means that I barely need to take pain medication anymore, which is AWESOME. I don't like them at all. It also means that when I am in pain and take the medication, I no longer have any tolerance and it hits me like a ton of bricks.
Digression complete, back to last night at 12 o'clock: I took a flexeril to help ease the pain and get to sleep. These things used to not phase me at all. Instead I took it, fell asleep almost immediately, and woke up 11 and half hours later having barely moved all night. I sleep like the dead and I still felt groggy. I could still feel a little weird but had some errands to run. I wanted to go canvas shopping.
Cut to me driving to A.C. Moore and Michaels (I had lots of coupons). A.C. Moore went just fine. It wasn't till Michaels when the spazziness hit. I knocked over a bunch of canvases on top of myself. Then I bought my canvas only to realize I lost my car keys. I searched all over the store then decided to go check the car thinking I may have left them on the seat and locked them in.
To my delight, the car was not locked. To my horror, I left the keys in the unlocked car in the ignition.
Trying to look on the bright side, at least I didn't have to wait for anyone to come unlock my car. I opened it up, and then went to put the canvas in my car. It wouldn't fit. I forgot to think anything through. The canvas was 4 foot by 4 foot and no matter how I turned it or maneuvered it, it would not fit. People were watching me struggle in the parking lot as I tried way too long on such a futile thing. Eventually I gave up, went in to return the canvas, bought some others, knocked more things over, and returned home here.
I still feel a little wonky from that stupid pill. And I want to go ride my bike to the gym. Then I'm going to come home and try paint. These are all things I should probably not do whilst feeling "wonky". Oh well. Throw caution to the wind I suppose.