The pain continues...

The follow up appt was OK. He spoke with my doctor at home and I need to go see him next week. I'm at home now. I'm running out of time off from work, but if the pain doesn't subside any, I may need short-term disability. I'll worry about that later. I did go back to work Thursday. The pain was awful. I took my maximum on my pain meds and it didn't help. Elle and HR lady helped me to my car. Once I got home and laid down for a bit, I felt better.

We were off today & I was already planning to go home this weekend for Easter and to go to the Pirates home opener on Monday. I'll just be staying longer now. I stopped on the way to pick up the hat I saw at Target the other day. There were only 2 left and I look good in it for once. It's black, but I think I'll wear it to Mass on Sunday. It has a 20's feel to it, so I'll have to find something to wear with it. I may add a ribbon or flower to it to make it more Springlike. We'll be going to St. Stanislaus Kostka for Polish Mass. It was our family's church for a very long time, but as we moved further out into the suburbs, it was out of the way. I prefer to go there, it's a neat place and if you're ever in Pittsburgh, you should check it out.

It took me almost 9 hours to get home. I kept stopping so I could move around. During one of my PA Tnpk stops, I managed to pop my hip out and fell getting out of the car. An elderly man came over to see if I was OK and helped me up. Sadly, this happens to me a lot. Aren't I supposed to be the one assisting the elderly? My most useful service is getting things from a high shelf. I'm sure they're going to miss that at work, too. Our microwaves are kind of high and I'm frequently called on to fix the spinny tray since I'm one of the few that can see it.

I wasn't really hurt by the fall. My car isn't very high off of the ground, so I didn't have far to go. It was still embarrassing. I got my coffee and continued my uneventful drive. I drove all the way with the top down on my car. My doctor would be furious, but I wanted to enjoy the weather before the allergens are in full force.

When I got to the house, my dad and aunt started interrogating me about why it took so long to get there. My dad will call me constantly while I'm travelling. I have GPS, but it doesn't have traffic on it, so this is pretty useful. I also get weather updates. He was annoyed because I had the top down and didn't pick up until the rest stop. They were waiting for me so we could run a few errands in the convertible. Dad loves to make me drive, even if I'm falling asleep, he'll make me drive. I think he just likes looking around. He loves the convertible, too.

Now we're just relaxing and I'm writing yet another rambling post.

I picked up a new book when I was out. Changeless by Gail Carriger, it's the second Parasol Protectorate book. Eventually, I'll get my reviews up. I've started them, but can't concentrate enough to write a good review.

Tomorrow I'll be meeting grocery store guy for coffee.

At home...

My doctor appointment was uneventful. He confirmed that I have some fatigue issues due to heavy medication, injuries and EDS. He was surprised that I haven't had it worse. I got my refills and called my friend who was going to go shopping with me.

We went to a few shops. I found things I liked, but they were too small. We grabbed some food and she dropped me off. My dad asks if I'm going back out because TCM will be showing some 50's sci-fi movies, but we need snacks. I'm exhausted, but I agree to go back out with him.

We get to Giant Eagle, grab some cereal, some pop & head to for the snacks. I'm at the far end of the aisle and this guy comes up to me and starts hitting on me. I've heard of people trying to pick people up at the grocery store, but had never had it happen to me or anyone I knew. He's an OK looking guy and not being scummy, but I still go on the defensive. I'm tired and I'm with my dad. Part of me feels kind of bad. I'm being a bitch and since this isn't the first time I've been hit on when out with my dad and I know what he's about to do. The guy is asking what I do for a living, etc and dad saunters up.

"Are you hitting on her?"
"We're chatting, sir."
"Humph...Do you play for the Pirates?"
"No sir."
"Penguins?"
"No"
"Humph!"

And he walks off again. The guy seems a bit taken aback, but I laugh and point out that he was totally lying to him. He asks me to dinner and I tell him I'm tired and plan to spend that evening & the next hanging out w/ my dad, then I have to go back to work, not to mention I think it's lame to pick people up in Giant Eagle. He asks if we can get lunch before I head back. I tell him maybe and he gives me his card w/ phone & email.

We pay for our stuff and head home. Dad asks if I'm going to call him. I really don't know. I think it's weird to get hit on in a grocery store. He seemed OK, but it's always the normal ones that turn out to be lunatics. I looked him up online and found his Facebook page, which is private, & his MySpace. Nothing weird. Still not sure though. I'm never at home, so it's kind of hard to start something.

Dad makes it through one movie and falls asleep. I make it through 2 and a half.

I woke up this morning and decided to email this guy. I explain that I'm not sure how much longer I'll be in VA, I travel a lot and sorry for being kind of bitchy yesterday, but I think it's weird to hit on someone at the grocery store. I told him that I probably didn't have time to hang out this weekend, but we could talk through email so I could get to know him a little better, then maybe we could hang out when I come back. Then I got ready to go with dad to his weekly baseball get together. He doesn't play, he just sits around with his friends and talk about the Pirates. He tells the guy about grocery store guy and we laugh about it. I told them about the game, how rude people were there & work.

We came home and I laid down and read for a bit. I've done too much running around this week and we had another movie night planned (Dinoshark), plus It's Alive Show is on at Midnight. I usually have to watch it online since I'm away. Actually, it just started...I've been rambling too much again.

Anyway, the guy hasn't emailed me back yet. I'll see where that goes. Maybe when he got home he decided I was too bitchy to worry about. Oh well.