I seem to have underestimated how much coming to work today was going to hurt. I seem to have overestimated how comfortable my chair is, which I suppose isn't terribly surprising given how much I overestimated how comfortable MUNI would be and how much I underestimated the minimum amount of getting up and moving around that my job entails. I'm really hoping I'm not overestimating the amount of Advil that I can safely take, said Dianna as she exceeded the suggested dosage for probably the tenth time in three days. I'm trying not to underestimate the proper resting time between ice sessions, though why I feel I can overdose on ibuprofen and not frozen water I'm really not sure.
I'm considering re-estimating my working hours and going home at 3:00. By 4:15 I could be lying on the couch covered in blankets reading Book 7 of the Series of Unfortunate Events and trying to push insistent kittens off of my stomach. The insistent kittens and their unintentional pressure on my sore spine, I estimate very reasonably, will hurt. The couch will not. The book, in anything other than a metaphorical or emotional sense, will not hurt.
That settles it. 2-1 against hurting is better than what I'm getting here.Posted by dianna at January 18, 2005 02:15 PM