Playing hookie, but not really though because I have a legitimate back injury but on the mend

Afternoon folks!

Totally took today off. I think I over did it at work yesterday because by the end of the day I was a hurting unit.

This morning I texted my Bosslady at 5am and let her k ow I way over did it yesterday and was paying for it today and I was gonna sit this one out.

No big.

Took my prednisone and flexeril and 800mg advil and went back to sleep.

Slept until 10am and just needed to get up and go. I went to hobby lobby to pick up one more skein of Yarn Bee Sugarwheel in peach butter glaze to finish off the fringes of my circle afghan.

I was gonna post this last night, but I didn’t want to get up to get a picture.

I did get six more skeins of yarn for another project less flamboyant than this. I may gift it. Not sure yet.

I rarely finish crochet projects which is sad; I start and get really into it and then put it down and forget. So, this project has been particularly satisfying.

The mental progression of healing or how having a back injury makes you crazy

Oy.

HB picked me up from work and I just immediately ate and crashed. Something gave me hard core heart burn all day… but that’s beside the point.

I hate how my brain goes into uber creative mode when can’t do a damned creative thing because my spine and surrounding muscles are in no shape to undertake said creative plans.

Unless it involves crochet or model painting.

Yep. I did that a few weeks ago and now working on two similar pieces of Warhammer 40k terrain.

Also, learned how to do circle afghans. Mostly he hard point is knowing how to increase each row, whereas I was doing a double crochet in each hole and ending up with what I can only describe as a frilly crocheted barbie skirt. Apparently you increase x number of stitches each echelon/tier/circumference where X is the original number of stitches you start with. Mine was 12, so each circumference I would add twelve stitches throughout by counting the progressions of stitches…

But I don’t have a picture because I’m upstairs in bed resting my spine and my afghan is downstairs.

Maybe later.

But I was bored at work and pinteresting my mack daddy projects I can’t do because of my healing back injury — the living room floor, hallway closet, hallway and office floor, and window seat in the den.

Living room floor comes first. We have a solid inch between the previous laminate tounge and groove crap/giant patch of ply board from fixing th floor some months back. The plan is to lay down .5″ ply board over the whole shebang to level and flush everything out, then ou hardwood laminate down. We chose the top clor because it matched the red cedar trim (which I have begrudgingly came to love because tearing it out would mean I need to become an expert at finishing drywall immediately.)

And this is ou living room color:

Which we finished this past weekend and it is beautiful.

I want to make some reclaimex packing crate entertainment center shelves (stained red oakish).

And then the final touch is to shave down the popcorn ceiling, paint it a flat white, then add some horizontal stained boards to give it a modern farmhouse vibe.

And you know what… I can’t do any little fucking bit of that because I fucked up my back and am on bed rest.

The spirit is willing, but the flesh is inflamed and herniated.

*le sigh*

On dealing with the particular ravenousness that occurs with steroid treatment — keto chicken soup edition

Yo.

Slept all day from the muscle relaxers. Not too terrible. But I have been so ravenous all damned day.

Trying to be moderately low carb, as the whole reason I am in this situation is that I lost a bunch of weight then gained it back and my back hates me. So does my closet, but that’s a different story.

Behold!

Egg drop chicken soup with veg noodles.

What you’ll need:

• 2 packs of chicken thighs with bone and skin (deliciousness bone brothiness)
• One pack of Walmart broccoli shredded Cole slaw mix. It’s in the veggy section — it’s got carrots and some purple cabbage, but not enough to un-keto or un – deliciousness it.
• 1/4 cup of lemon juice
• Water to cover all the veg and chicken
• 4 eggs
• Xantham gum, 1/2 pack of the Hodgson mills stuff
• Spices: salt, pepper, paprika, garlic powder, onion powder, sage, parsley… and whatever else you’d want to throw in to make it tasty to you

what you’ll do:

• Throw your chicken thighs in the crock pot.
• All your spices, lemon juice, veg shreds, water.
• Set it on high for six hours or longer. However it works for you as long as the chicken falls off the bones.
• When it’s looking about done, ladle about two cups of broth in a separate pot and turn your eye on high.
• Sprinkle your xantham gum in while whisking.
• Crack your eggs in whatever dish you have conducive to holding scrambled raw egg.
• Pour in slowly, stirring continuously
• When egg is done (like 5 seconds later) pour eggs broth back into crock pot.
• Enjoy!

And that’s that. You can dress up or down how you want, but it is the bomb.

Random tangles of incomprehensibility going on in my cranium whilst immeasurably stoned on muscle relaxers

Afternoon.

Well, after my ubiquitous er visit last night due to being unable to walk, I am couch ridden on nsaids, steroids and muscle relaxers. With my wonderful and accomodating husband who is currently making chicken bone broth in the crock pot for egg drop soup… with sautéed veggie noodles.

I wanted to discuss some reasons I nuked my blog. I stated earlier I didn’t think my blog reflected who I was. I felt like I was wring for other people and not for me. I felt I couldn’t get out what I needed to get out to accomplish what I need from blogging. I needed to work through my shit, but then I started having to curate my thoughts because I was afraid. I’m a coward.

In this point in my life I don’t want to be afraid of what others think of me. I want to get the horrible anxiety thoughts out. But I was accused of complaining, being petty, being overly dramatic. All those things.

But, see… I put my mental garbage here. This is my therapy. These are things I want to talk about.

That’s all.