This morning Eis woke me up at 0630. I had an alarm set to wake me at 0720 to get ready for Zumba, but that was obviously not going to happen. I changed her diaper and nursed her with the thought that I'd sleep 20 minutes longer and not nurse again until I got back.
However, it was difficult falling asleep, knowing that I would have less than an hour to sleep. When my alarm went off at 0740, I felt exhausted. I also realized that I didn't have any clean sports bras or tops to wear. I also did some painful math and realized I would be rather pressed for time between getting home, showering, nursing, and leaving for my doctor's appointment on time.
I went to the kitchen and told my mom that I was not going to Zumba and to come get Eis if she started crying. I set a new alarm for 0940 and went back to sleep.
It was a sleep full of incredibly strange dreams. I always seem to be trying to get somewhere, get away from someone or something, and am usually attacked by something. This time, during one of my dreams, I was attacked by what looked like small, grey piglets or something. Though they were mean and vicious and had these long tails and claws. I was in the backyard and they saw me and ran toward me, then jumped on me and started strangling me with their tails and clawing at my face, chest, and neck with their claws and I was trying to scream for my mom or dad to come help me get them off of me.
I will say that that is an unpleasant feeling to wake up to... choking, scared, and trying to scream. I wonder why I (an plenty of other people) can never scream, yell, or talk in a dream when we need to do so? That would be interesting to know; I'll have to look it up.
I had already put on some yoga pants when I woke up at 0720, so I just had to find a top. I moved a couple of my boxes to see if I could find a tank top that I could wear under a light sweater. I did, and while I was at it, I grabbed a couple workout tops, too. I put my tank top on and was glad I had a sweater to wear over it because between the pants and the top, my outfit was quite fitted.
I first drove to Dr. P's office. He is so nice and remembered quite a bit about me. He remembered me talking about my faux hawk (I don't even remember talking about that!), that I taught aerobics, taught school, and he asked how my "little one" was doing. We talked about Zumba and capoeira and other things while he put more lidocaine in my traps.
I think he wants to take my Zumba class because he was asking where I taught, where it was located, what it's like, plus he asked if I had a business card or anything that I could give him, and he kept repeating the name of the place where I do Zumba. Maybe I'll see him there one time! It would be funny!
I didn't have time to schedule a follow-up because I had to get to my physical therapy appointment. It took me a few minutes to find it -- I had to call and ask which building they were because it wasn't listed anywhere. I filled out some paperwork and while waited for the therapist to come get me, I chatted a bit with Ty, realized I didn't have my credit card, and called my mom to have her check my jeans.
The therapist was really nice. She said my spine seemed a little twisted to the left and my pelvis was outta whack -- not her words -- and she did some pushing and adjusting to try to get me a bit more in-line. It felt nice at the time and she was saying I'd feel a bit sore later, but I didn't think I would. Stupid me. I feel quite sore! I think all the prodding was good and I am excited to go back on Friday to have her do more, but wow!
She gave me homework of three exercises so do in the mean time. I've already done them tonight on the floor while Eis was on the floor, too.
In other news, I found a beauty of a pumpkin patch that I want to go to to take pics of Eisley. I wanted to go today, but my mom took too long and didn't think about traffic and school and everything, so we didn't have time. I decided that I would go Wednesday, so I asked my dad if he would go with me and he agreed. He thinks it's unnecessary, but he's willing to go because I want to go.
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