you know what's worse than a cortisone shot in your hip?

a cortisone shot in each hip! omfg i am in pain.

it feels like college all over again.

my life is pretty boring lately, however this morning i had a few tiny surprises that made me smile and remember that i can have fun ;)

as i was getting ready to leave for work, i went out to my car to put my bags in the front passenger seat. i literally laughed out loud when i saw bowling shoes and a lit up plastic cup on the floor. my friend had taken her shoes from the bowling alley last night and apparently left them in my car. the bowling alley also had these light-up cups - there was a button on the bottom so you could turn them on and off. they also apparently changed color!

later that day i found another one of these cups in the center console :) my wallet was in there, and i was getting it out.

i drove to work, parked, and got out. my purse was still in the trunk - along with my kids' car seats i had taken out to cram six passengers in my car..........  and what else did i find in the trunk? a pizza in its box. what a night. i haven't been DD in a long time with these shenanigans!

the claustrophobia of an mri.

i am (obviously and not surprisingly) incredibly stressed lately. i had today off work and spent most of the day doing nothing - trying to relax! i met carl for lunch, and i cleaned. i had an mri of my hip scheduled today and got there early. i was completely fine until it was time to go into the machine.

the tech had taken me back to the machine and positioned my feet pigeon-toed, and tied them together - super comfortable! he started sending me into the machine, and as i was almost fully in, i freaked out and said i needed to come out.

i have no clue what happened - i have had mris before without sedation. i asked him how much further i would be going in - he said i was almost to the point. i asked how long it'd take - he said 35 minutes. i asked if he could push me in, and then take me back out, and i'd let him know if i could handle it or not. he did that, and i realized it'd be okay.

he sent me back in, started the machine, and turned on the music (no country music!). and for the next 35ish minutes, i focused on relaxing. the horror of the mri machine suddenly put a lot of things into perspective for me. here i am freaking out about 189 other things, when i need to focus on what really matters: myself.