It's my first day off since the accident. "Yesterday" was actually my first day, but I got home on Friday, hit the bed with my face and didn't get up until a few hours ago, so today it is. Seventeen days without a break. Stressed out, sore and hurting. My chest still aches. Probably from all the upper body work I've been doing. Like Russell Crowe pretending his hand wasn't broken in Cinderella Man, I've been muscling boxes and doing the two-handed Ginzu chopper.
With my old job trying to kill me, and my new job trying to kill me--it's been a long haul. Thank God, I'm through the transition. My new boss lost interest two days ago, and thank God for that, too. The last thing I need is someone trying to see how far he can push me. I fit in like I've been there forever, "and" I don't have a car payment, which means that I haven't just doubled my money, but added a couple hundred dollars back into my bill money.
On the down-side, my car still smells like baby powder, and my thumbs feel like sausages. Because I'm using them, they haven't had a chance to heal.
I also called my mom and asked if anything seemed odd. I've been having a hard time thinking and I'd started to wonder if being thrown around rattled my brain. She told me it was probably stress and the new job, and most of the words came back last night so she's probably right. I like the new job because it's nonstop. Go in, run, then it's time to go. There isn't a lot of time for deep thoughts or practicing my videos.
On the other hand, I've been connecting with people--talking about Word Find and Jumble. These people love Jumble. I can't do a Jumble to save my life. And Word Find is beyond me. Something about looking for words in a block of letters makes my brain spaz. Chimney? Backwards and upside down? Can't do it.
I've never been able to do it. Not even back in fourth grade when the teacher would hand out the "fun" worksheets.
I did manage a trip to the farmer's market, since I discovered some were open during the early evening.