Friday the 13th 1st

I have been known to be a chronic complainer. However, I think that in very recent times, I have not really been on a rampage.


So I'm overdue.


Yesterday, I noticed that the front of my right knee hurt when I walked. It began to especially hurt when bending down or going up/down the stairs. Mental note to self: I've done something and now my ligament/muscle/joint or something is outta whack.


Before getting into bed last night, I'm practically limping. Okay, I'm exaggerating a bit, but it was tender.


Waking up this morning, I turn over in bed and "kink" goes my right shoulder blade. Great. Haven't had that happen in a while. Now I can't look down or too much to the right or left without pain. Love it. Not.


Fast forward to about 22.6 minutes later and I'm standing in front of the mirror, plucking my eyebrows. However, instead of applying the sharp tweezers to my eyebrow, the dang things somehow manage to go directly INTO my eyeball.

Yeah.
Exactly.
Ow.


OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

I grab my eye, hoping to find the eyeball still in place and not stuck to my tweezers.

Okay, good there. But the pain is excrutiating. I'm not sure that I can see. I'm not sure that I can apply make-up. I'm not even sure that I can drive.


About 12 minutes or so later, I try and look at my eye. Okay, I'll survive. But it definitely hurts.

So off I go to work, mentally carrying my full list of complaints with me. I want everyone to know!

Must be the air. Jim is in the same mood. His own list is three ailments long as well.

To top things off, the kids call and let me know that the neighbor called the house to let us know that our dogs got into their garbage and got it strewn all over inside their garage. Wonderful.

My neck hurts.