But on Sunday afternoon I broke down and went to Urgent Care.
The doctor there said that he didn't think I had shingles.
He thought the pain was too low
And it should be traveling around to my back and since it didn't
and since I had this for a month, that shingles would have been cleared up in that time.
He asked why I thought it was Shingles and I said that I knew he'd hate this but... I had "Googled" my symptoms.
He asked "and what are the symptoms"
I told him and he said it was nerve pain and that I must have hurt myself.
"Had I done anything that could have hurt myself?" He asked.
I refrained from being a smart-ass.
I wanted to say Yes - Every. Single. Day.
But I didn't.
I just kinda mumbled off a few things
but he REALLY wanted to know why I hadn't gone to my own doctor.
I told him I didn't have one.
So he went into a lecture that I won't repeat here.
Ultimately I ended up leaving with no new
information about my pain except it's something I'll just have to deal with until it's gone.
No medicine was prescribed so I only left with a lecture about my age and how I needed to have annual check-ups or I could get ill and die.
And then I paid $100. And left.
Monday was a good day.
I was feeling better.
I rearranged furniture and sorted through things in preparation for the big garbage pick-up that I have scheduled for Friday.
I'm getting rid of my big sofa.
I loved that sofa.
I even wrote a post about it once.
But the Naugahyde had cracked from Blue walking on it.
Then Jimmy ripped the crack open and finally Hattie started pulling the stuffing out of it.
I tried duct taping it and covering it with a quilt but....
It had to go.
So yesterday I dragged it out the backdoor.
There's an iron railing just outside the door and by pulling it out and balancing it on the rail, I was able to use that to flip it over and have it land on end.
From there I could waddle-walk it over to the fence where it's low and push it over much in the same way as the railing and flip it over into the yard.
I was careful not to "hurt" myself further.
I must say that I think I have finally found the perfect spots for all my furniture.
(I also moved two hutches and a 15 drawer cabinet)
Yep. I'm done moving stuff - forever.
Tuesday I felt bad again so I decided to "Moodle".
Jean had suggested I do so and I Googled the word and decided to do just that.
moodle Pronunciation: /ˈmuːdl/
To dawdle aimlessly; to idle time away
I did nothing.
Well, OK, I did get on the computer for a while.
I read some blogs.
I changed my header again.
I listened to a few YouTube things on illustrating children's books.
I researched some garden trellises to block out my neighbors window.
I did several loads of laundry.
I went through some old papers and magazines.
I ignored a message from work.
I watched TV and napped through some of it.
I Moodled some more.
I fed the dogs and worked on some photos I had taken a few weeks back.
I don't think I'm cut out for Moodling.
I hope to get more done tomorrow!