Bleh

In a really rotten mood this morning. I was going to fire up WoW and fiddle around with putting together an Alliance alt (a Worgen, not sure of class just yet), but of course today the servers are down for maintenance until about 2:00 PM EST. Ugh.

My throat's a little sore and I suspect it has to do with my (thankfully) mild allergies and the remnants of the cold. I've been rinsing my sinuses with a neti pot and it's been making me feel loads better.

I tossed and turned last night due to a combination of me screwing up my back the other day because I coughed while standing over the sink and tweaked something (it's happened before) and other things that are occupying my mind.

My living room TV that I inherited from Dad is dying rapidly. The good news is the prices on LCD TVs are coming down, so I might not have to wait too long before I can replace it with a shiny new flat screen TV (and no, I have absolutely zero interest in 3D televisions; I'll wait for holodecks, thank you very much). The bad news is...well, as stupid as it sounds, it's one more thing of Dad's I can't hold on to. Yeah, yeah, it's a piece of technology that was bound to break down at some point, but I was with him when he bought it (the kiddo had just turned a year old).

Mom's coming to visit next week. Guess who is spending her weekend cleaning everything in sight? Yep, no stress there, am I right?

So overall I'm feeling very bleh. Don't want to deal with real life today. At all.

Ow.

Remember how earlier I said I tweaked my back the other day while standing and coughing at the same time? Yeah, about that...

A couple of hours ago, while cooking, I had the onerous task of walking to the kitchen table to assist the kiddo with his homework. When I neared the table, I took one step on my left foot and...well, some pretty serious pain shot down my left hip and into my left leg. I said some words I shouldn't have said in front of the kiddo and for a few seconds while I stood bent over holding onto the edge of the table for dear life.

Let me repeat this: I didn't slip, didn't turn my foot the wrong way, or anything like that. I was walking normally and screwed my back up.

Once the stars cleared away from my eyes, I was able to limp and shuffle my way around the house and called Mom for advice. She told me what I already knew, that it's likely my sciatic nerve and, again as I already knew, it's one of those delightful things I probably inherited from my father. She did offer up some pain management advice. Sadly, I think my heating pad is still back in South Carolina, but Thursday I'll be at Sam's parent's house and will be making use of their wonderful hot tub.

In between my whimpering (and being embarrassed that I needed Sam's help to get up from the couch), I've also been grumping about my body being so failtastic. I know people who have thrown out their backs putting on their socks, but they're in their fifties. I'm only thirty for Pete's sake. Then again, my father had his first back surgery in his late thirties.

The living room TV is working and I'm set up on the couch in a comfortable position, provided I don't move too much. Prissy has seized the opportunity to lie on my chest and is purring contently. I'm very glad she's such a tiny cat.

Anyway, instead of cleaning up tonight, looks like I'll be watching NCIS, catching the season premier of Deadliest Catch, and of course, participating in some WoW RP.