A Dull Resurfacing Pain
For some reason, my spinal stenosis is acting up. The last time I had these symptoms was back in early 2020. The pain isn’t crippling, but it is bothersome enough to where it’s becoming increasingly annoying. I don’t have any kind of prescription pain medication to keep the pain in check either. This means that a doctor visit may be in order, hopefully sooner rather than later. The pain’s not unbearable, but I have a feeling that this sort of thing could get worse if left untreated. I’ll keep an eye on it, but I’m hoping that drugs will help.
I won’t be delving into the world of Call of Duty tonight. Jay is still at work and by the time he gets home and ready to play, I’ll be winding down for the night and getting ready for bed. Indeed, our schedules don’t necessarily mesh well, except on the weekends, which seems to be the only time we get in a good four to five hours of game-time in. Funny enough, my pain seems to flare up during those COD sessions, whether I’ve been playing for 30 minutes or four hours. I can’t explain why of all times, the pain has to flare up right then and there. Maybe if I play a different game, the pain won’t be as bad?
Someone at work noticed that I was not decorating my cubicle in any kind of décor related to Thanksgiving or the recent season change. I told her that I don’t care to decorate according to the time of year, season, or weather change. I really don’t, at least not this year. The holidays are coming and yet, I don’t care to decorate accordingly. Maybe in previous years, I did, but that’s only because I cared. In 2024, I have stopped giving a fuck and I’m willing to say that a lot of this has to do with the reality that I don’t care for a lot of people I work with. I just don’t care anymore. I’m not interested in involving myself in any of the office’s end-of-year festivities this time around. This means I will look to completely avoid the year-end parties and get-togethers, the gift exchanges, and anything in between. The Visionary is checking out. In previous years, Cristina had set up an in-office pajama day, in which I used to happily participate. This year, I’m not doing it. I might still keep it casual by wearing some kind of t-shirt with a print on it, but beyond that, I’m not going to wear pajamas at work again. I’ve reached a mentality that January 2025 can’t get here fast enough. The holidays suck and I’m already over them and Thanksgiving hasn’t even happened yet.
Diana transferred offices and today was her first day at her new office. I sent her a text message and told her that I missed her. I don’t know if that surprised her, but I felt that she needed to know. She and I had really connected these past few years and I didn’t want to see her leave, but she apparently wanted a change of scenery and she got it. This had nothing to do with me, at least, I want to think that it had nothing to do with me. I know that for a few years, she wanted to transfer, but it wasn’t in the cards at the time. It was definitely in the cards now and she is officially gone. I had told her that as long as I have her phone number, she truly isn’t all that far away. I know that we’ll keep our conversation going.
Work will go on though. It’s just going to take some getting used to with Diana gone. I’ll still have to tolerate those co-workers who I can’t stand. Maybe I escape and venture to that other office, the one that’s only a short 60 miles away. It’ll be worth the time and the actual drive, believe me.
Well, regardless of what I decide to do, I’ll still get to the office at my usual 4:45am. In order for that to happen, I’ll need to get to bed in the next 90 minutes.
Such is life and my daily routine.