I had trouble falling asleep because of the pain. It usually doesn't bother me when I'm sitting or lying down. I also went to sleep earlier than usual because of the pain; it was challenging.
When I woke up, I was still in trouble. I decided not to go to Bikram since I had a PT appointment. I made that my priority—another amazing session. I asked the PT if all PT's were doctors of Physical therapy. She said no. Anyone over 50 may only have a bachelor's; people in their 40s will have master's degrees. It is only in the last 10 years that they offered doctorates. I told her in the past that the therapists I worked with could only work on precisely what the doctor told them to. Their range was minimal. She said she studied as much as she did to justify whatever she did because she could see the relationship of various parts of the body. She told me that I was already straighter than I had been in our first session. She did more work on my upper body and sent me home with exercises to do.
I was planning to go to the post office to mail two boxes of books and a box of shirts to John but decided it would be too much for me. I went to Target to pick up some bouillon and some Hershey's chocolate kisses with almonds. I got out of the car, took five steps, and decided this would not be a good idea. I got back in the car.
Yesterday, I had planned to ask the PT to write me a letter saying that I couldn't do jury duty because of my back problems, but I forgot when I was there. While the pain comes and goes, it does come with some frequency. Sitting on a jury doesn't sound like a great idea. I called Hawaiian Rehab to ask if I could get a note. After a few calls, I learned that Katy, the PT, could write it around 1:30. I was wondering how I would get it. I was planning to ask Yvette.
When I called someone in the office of jury selection to tell them my problem. They said I had to have a note in by 2pm today; they also gave me a fax number. I called the rehab back and gave them the information. The office of jury selection actually called me back to say that I was excused. It's hard for me to figure out. Some days it's like I have no problem, really no problem, and others I'm flat on my back, like today.
When I got home, I assumed my place on my love seat/ anti-gravity chair because there's where the heating pad was. I spent the day turning it on until it got uncomfortably hot and then turning it off.
Elsa spent a lot of time lying with me. She has become much more affectionate except that she still doesn't come to bed when I do. She slips in some time in the middle of the night after I've gone to sleep. I have no idea why.
I binge-watched Single-Handed, an Irish police series, and worked on catching up on the blog and checking chapter 2 for the last time.
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