The Elbow of my Christmas is mostly my tree, and a little bit is my actual elbow.

I complained briefly last week about my visit(s) to the orthopedic. I'm mostly fixed. At least for now.
About a month ago I started having a pain in my right elbow; then it amplified and radiated from my wrist to my shoulder.
It got to the point that I couldn't do my weekly TRX class at the gym. The coach, who didn't actually attend medical school, but has a self-given degree, declared that I had tennis elbow.
Me: I've not touched a tennis racket since I was 13. 
That's not how it works. That's not how any of this works.
So, I already had an appointment for my knee issue, but the Dr. who saw my knee does not see elbows. I had to go back and see a different Dr. in the same building, two days later. It brought to mind the old song, 'head, shoulders, knees & toes.' But not elbows.
Damn it to heck if the Dr. didn't say I had tennis elbow. The humanity of it all, it's terrible when the husband is right!!
By the way, I could have given birth to this sweet Dr. 
He offered a steroid shot and said I would have relief within a day or so.
Behold, the miracle. He was right! I'm healed.
Hopefully, it will last until he gives me my Mother's day gift. 

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Last week I mentioned on the blog our old Christmas tree, that I was sick of because of the lights, but I didn't want to drop it in the landfill or have strangers come to my house to pick it up. 
I even asked the Coach on Saturday....'what am I going to do with that old tree?'
His response: 'put it in your garage next to the old sofa that you can't get rid of'. 

One minute he's a Doctor, the next he's a comedian. 
A few hours later Lolo texted me saying she read my blog and wanted the tree for her and Nathan at their new house. 
WIN. WIN. 
Then she decided to burst my bubble by saying they can't fit a 9ft tree in their home because their ceilings are too low. 
I was a bit miffed and thought that they could make it work if they realllly wanted to.
Who came up with the phrase RAISE the ROOF? 
Kids these days.
Still working on that, but I think Lolo found a home for it.  

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So, I was so hell-bent on getting an UN-LIT tree.  Just in case your brain works like mine, that means the tree doesn't have lights, not that it's a sober tree.
I googled how many lights I'd need for a 9-foot tree and apparently, MY google machine doesn't work properly because I purchased 1/3 of the amount I actually needed. 
OH SNAP!
So, Linds was on her way down to help me decorate, I spoke to her just after she left her place and just after she passed HER Michaels store. I asked her to get more of the lights I needed from MY Michaels store. 
Do you think they had them at MY store? 
Nope, they had them at HER store. 
Double SNAP!

I ordered them online for a store pick up that will have to happen later this week. So, I have half a new tree, a whole old tree, an XL couch in my garage and Christmas is kicking my elbow butt. 
When I was complaining about it all to my Lindsay, she said: "You know, you don't have to do all of this." 
I never really thought about it. 
But then again.....
Yes. I DO have to do it. 
I'm afraid of what would happen if I didn't decorate. 
Or host our annual cocktail party. 
Or host Christmas eve. 
I would probably be mad at myself in a week or two. 
So, I'll forge on and maybe complain about it every once in a while. 
But in a few weeks, I'll only have wonderful memories. 
Right.
I'll have ONLY good memories. 

XOXO