I didn't know what to write but still wanted to write, so I'm gonna complain a little.

I don't know how on earth I can be so young, and yet feel so damned old. I mean, seriously. It's a valid question. Okay, so I'm fully aware that my body and I have issues. And I'm not talking about body image issues . . . well, I do, but that's not what I'm getting at. I am sitting here on my couch, having taken Tylenol and am currently icing my knee, which is throbbing and I don't think icing it helps.

 

It is far too convenient to stand while I work at my job. Most benches have us moving around a lot, and chairs or stools can be a problem. Although, we all have our days (or nights, in my case), where we just don't feel like standing and therefore, use a chair. Some benches, a chair is only an option at the end of the night where we are clearing our pending lists and releasing random stuff.

 

However, for the other 7 hours, there's a lot of standing involved. I can easily stand 5 nights a week. It's typically 4 nights. Either way, my body hurts at the end of the week. Right now I should be doing some laundry, cleaning my apartment, and of course, packing up my shit belongings. Should. That's the operative word.

 

I got off work this morning, already feeling 100 years old, and proceed to go clean some doggy kennels for the next two hours. Yeah. Probably not my smartest move. All I can say I'm very thankful I didn't have to literally scrub any of the kennels - they were all relatively easy clean-up jobs. Okay, one was rather messy, but that had more to do with "happy tail syndrome" than anything. Needless to say, by the time I left the dog place this morning, my body was screaming at me. I headed straight home and popped some Tylenol and the hottest shower I could possibly withstand. Since then, I have basically been couch-bound, as my body just hurts. It's just an all over feeling.

 

I have a flat arch in my left foot. My ankles were already bad before that, due to a lot of spraining as a child, and at least one instance of crutches. So, that flat arch makes my foot hurt, as now nothing is where it should be. I wear arch supports, have for about 10 years, but once one thing is out of balance, it just slowly spills over to the rest of you. I sprained my left knee in 6th grade and it was never quite the same. Add that to the flat left foot, and you're just asking for left leg pain. My left knee is my "bum knee", and will randomly hurt whenever it feels like it's not receiving enough attention. In high school it would actually go out on me while I was walking between classes, so I probably looked like an idiot who couldn't walk because my knee would simply give way. My back could probably use a chiropractor, however they scare me.

 

Next week, I could have relatively no pain. It could be another month before my body hurts like this. Because, while I actually want to be up doing stuff, my body says "Bitch, stay down." So, I don't really know what it's like to be 100 years old, but I have a good idea at the moment.

 

On a brighter note, I have money. Well, not a lot in most people's terms, but I have managed to save enough money to pay my car registration and not be destitute after the fact. This is a huge relief off my shoulders as I have been scared shitless about paying it for the past six months. I hate living on a budget, but I did, for six straight months and I reached my goal. Of course, I can't take all the credit. I have to give credit to my awesome parents who have helped me randomly in the past six months, whether it was paying for a tank of gas or surprising me with a small care package. But seriously folks, it's always been hard for me to keep money in savings, especially living in Sac and paying the rent I'm forced to pay. Things happen, bills happen, shit happens. It's rare for me to be able to keep much in savings. But I had no choice for the latter part of 2010 but to live on a tight-ass budget. So tight-ass I should have a freaking diamond hiding around here somewhere.

 

So, while my body may be aching to the point of me sucking down Tylenol on an IV drip, I can rest easy knowing I won't have out of date tags.  Now, if I could just find that damned diamond maybe I could hock it . . .