After my beef and vegetable soup, it seems like I had more energy and I packed a few things, got the things that I have to pack out of the warehouse, sorted out a bag of clothes someone on the other side of the building threw out, finding one pair of shorts that are 100% keep and 6 or 7 others I'll have to try on.
I also went through the big haul of stuff I got last Wednesday from the EMT training place, sorting into stuff to keep for ourselves here at the shop, stuff to give to Ken, little packets of various creams, little packets of various pills, and finally cough drops because this haul had a ton of 'em.
I emailed Jesterboyd about sending this stuff to Ukraine, but no reply so far. I can stuff a medium flat-rate box with stuff once a month anyway and send it to him but no reply yet. The guy seems pretty busy.
(I could also see if the Peace & Freedom Center could use the stuff. I already dumped a big load on Tom, so he's got a "drug store" at his place since he's always getting owies himself plus he interacts with a fair number of bums.)
I also got some practice in, since I'd not practiced for a week. With my bruised or fractured or whatever rib on the left side it hurts to breathe deeply but the practice went OK especially for having taken a week off.
I finally went to bed at 7AM, went to sleep for something like 2 hours, told myself this is ridiculous, and went back to sleep until about 3:30 in the afternoon. I had the craziest dream.
I was driving our old station wagon that we had when I was a kid, down to some country place south of here, because I had to go to some office or something, in a place with a red roof that was owned by Mormons. I drove there and it was closed for lunch or something so I got back in and drove South of there. I did the kind of left turn I might do on my bike, that's highly illegal in a car, and right in front of a cop. I pulled into a parking space that was there, and the cop pulled in and turned out to be some middle-aged overweight Karen type. Uh-oh. Just then, some aimless chick shows up with one of those little white floofy terrier dogs with a round face. The cop's gonna let me off if I can give this gal a ride to where she needs to go, because she (the cop) is overwhelmed by how cute the dog is.
So, OK. The gal gets in and the dog meanwhile has found one of those silty mud puddles where the mud's like paint. Now the dog's squirming and wiggling all over, and getting mud all over the (for some reason, in reality the car's internal trim was all black) light blue internal upholstery etc. of the car. I'm trying to contain the dog and get the gal to clean him up with a towel that's there, then eventually another one that's my pale blue-green towel that I've had since 2001.
The dog's doing crazy stuff like deciding to hide behind the accelerator pedal, and finally at the cost of mud everywhere I get the dog into the back with the gal and I'm driving back North to get to the Mormon place which must be open by now. But now I can't find it, although I know it had a red roof and I end up way too far North and have to come back around. Meanwhile the town's a regular Hogan's Alley with drivers doing crazy things, pedestrians doing crazy things, farmers on tractors zipping by way too fast, etc.
I woke up glad that was all over with. With all my hurts it hurt to change position in bed and that's probably why I had the crazy dream.
9:30 at night. I've packed the overdue packages, still have some to go and my back hurts like hell. I probably overdid things yesterday. I also think I probably messed it up turning over in a funny way in bed, due to all the pain I'm in.
If I had one of those belts like warehouse guys wear I think it would help but I don't have one.
It's storming like crazy out there right now. At least the next few days are still forecast to be dry and I'm never out early enough to worry about the frost we'll have overnight.
Today's soup was pork with veggies, with a packet of ramen broth.
Midnight. Still raining out there. Packed some more stuff. Man my back hurts, and I thought about what the hell could be going on. I remembered injuries I've had in the past that didn't hurt that bad the first day or two but then were painful as hell, because at first the area was numb. The hurting like hell came on when the nerves woke up again.
I called Ken and said I don't think I'm strong enough yet to do a package run much less two, can he come by the next day and pick them up for me? He said Sure then remembered he has to be somewhere and is not sure when he'll be done. I'm to call him at 3 and see if he can come over. If he can, great. If he can't I'll just have to do it.