My New Boyfriend.

Holy crap. We've been watching Man, Women, Wild, annnnd the guy on there is awesome. Knows his survival shit, is good looking, AND takes care of his woman, making sure that she doesn't die all the while being a sensitive gentleman. Either he's that good, or his editing team is amazing. I'm going with the former, and may I never know any differently. {dreamy sigh}

Well, my back felt much improved today, though still a bit tender. I didn't have to lay endlessly on the floor. Shoot, I was even able to do several loads of laundry and dinner (though it wasn't a complicated one)...don't worry Joe still dusted, vacuumed, and amongst other things replaced my car's air filter!!! Win! And so from Tuesday and Wednesday where it hurt to do anything, I'd say I'm definitely on the mend. I mean I couldn't even sit up from supine position, which I can do now with very minimal pain! Previously, from the couch or the bed, I would have to roll over (which was agonizing pain) onto my stomach and ease my legs over the edge of the furniture and very gently lower my feet to the ground and push myself off. It was awful, and our couch is particularly "cushy" and soft in places. Once or twice I got stuck due to pain, couldn't roll over, and didn't know if I could get up. Being "helped" up only made it worse. OMG. It was so bad. I respect my back so much more now. Baby girl, I will take care of you. Also, after all this BS with not being able to schedule with my regular doc and seeing a civilian chiropractor out of my own pocket, albeit at a good rate, I found out today that Joe's unit has a small medical team that's willing to help spouses with injury rehabs, etc - at least a doc and a physical therapist. One of Joe's friends told him today. Ah, always good to know your resources.

Tomorrow is our last day home together before Joe goes back to work. As it turns out, I will not be getting Chipotle, which deeply saddens me. Another day I suppose. Also, I'm a little nervous about being here alone during the weekdays, as then my unemployment will be "real." That said, I have a host of projects I've been making mental notes on, and of course I have this back to continue to nurse and meals/budgets to plan and prepare. Hell, the dogs alone are almost a full time job. Of course, with fall approaching, I have no reason to try to look good in a bathing suit, so I could always just eat the days away. I hear that leads to happiness. :-) Seriously, I do have some volunteer options to consider, so I believe my time will be spent in ways other than going completely nuts. To start it may well be just by making BFF's with the physical therapist and getting my back ready to start an actual fitness routine again. Baby steps.