still alive... sort of

so, i've been in bed loaded up on mimosas and painkillers for the last two and a half days watching buttloads of arrested development, which would be awesome if i didn't have whiplash. that shit hurts like a motherfucker and the pain pills seem to do more for my morale than the actual pain. also, i am glued to my old people heating pad. how did i get said whiplash, you ask? boyfriend, whilst drunk, thought it a fabulous idea to pick me up and jump onto his already broken bed with me (read: my head landed on the wood frame and he landed on me and i blacked out). the following day was thanksgiving and i managed to cook breakfast for his family all by my lonesome (while stressing the fuck out, of course), but my deli-cut brown sugar and cinnamon bacon was off the charts. my head was killing me, but i managed to get his family out the door and make fresh beets (which i boiled the previous night with bay leaves) with onions in a ginger-orange glaze for my family's thanksgiving. everything except my head seemed fine. until... i woke in the middle of the night in excruciating pain and started bawling. i still had to go into work on friday because my boss is a fuck, but i was only going half day as we planned to pack and move over the weekend. trying to check your blind spot with whip lash may be the most painful thing ever... and possibly cause a car accident leading to more whip lash. i cried the whole way home and made boyfriend acquire painkillers and heating pad and stock up on supplies for mimosas. and now he's paying most of the cost to have movers pack up my condo and move it for us. so, MAYBE it was worth it. and the new bed should be ordered this week. sheesh.