rootofnewt | (no subject)

I laughed at jeff today when he asked if standing up throughout the wedding would be a problem. I asked how long, he told me "through the ceremony."

"How long will the ceremony last?"
"An hour," I start laughing as he continues, "hopefully no more, but the rabbi might decide to go off on tangents."

I suggested he have a stool or seat nearby that I could sink into. I simply can't guarantee that I can stand for that long. Sometimes I do, but more often I sit down wherever's handy. I'm frequently found on street curbs or on the paving of the DT Mall. When I was still trying to work and had to go shopping for anything, I'd frequently sack out on couches/chairs at Nordstrom's (ladies lounge) or sit down by the piano player.

My wedding was 20 minutes long, but there was a stool nearby had I needed it. I needed it for the receiving line, but was okay for the service.

Today's one of those days where my feet are screaming when they're not bearing weight. And it's a lovely mix of joint/inflammatory, muscular/connective tissue, and nerve pain. I love my life. I've got the recliner out, but the nerve pain is getting worse, so I need to go find a position that doesn't seem to compress anything. to make matters peachier, my fibro is flaring worse than usual (that's the addition of the muscular/connective tissue pain to my feet).

i know that a few drinks would dull the pain, but i really prefer to avoid self-medicating with alcohol. and i need to sew tonight. can't do that terribly well while drunk, now, can i?

maybe my husband will be a doll and scrub out the tub for me so that i can take a bath with some epsom salts. maybe. hrm... i wonder if he'd do that. i'd let him stick kittens up his nose if he did. i wish we had a pool or a hot tub.