Another Rainy Day

Went to the doctor and yay, muscle relaxer meds.  That and a few other things for a possible cold, and something that looks like it might be a form of arthritis medication.

I feel old.  I don't think I look at the meds and go, "Lovely, I get to be medicated for all that ails me," but I hate the idea of feeling like I'm falling apart.  After describing my symptoms to the doctor, I'm going have an appointment set up for an MRI scan.  I love this doctor, who is my regular one.  Her motto is, "Hey, look. They may gripe that it costs them a few bucks here and there, but I want to know what's going on.  And, if the tests come back without any issues, then meh. At least we know you're ok."

Yesterday and today, since I've been feeling like not doing much of anything, I've slacked on chores. Dishes need to be washed, carpet vaccuumed. As I like to call it, the Goddess inside doesn't like the clutter. When it's clean, she's happy.  All that feng shui kind of thing, I believe it. The more crap you have in a place, the less Ahhhhh there is.  Maybe hubby will do dishes? Hmmm. Nah. It's no one's favorite.

Anyway, still tickin' along.  Tomorrow I hope that I'll be more functional than a couch potato.