Day 1893: Up the wall

Yesterday, I was told to meet my physical therapist by following some feet on the floor. I followed those feet out of the waiting room, through a door, and past small and large treatment rooms, but  I wasn’t sure what to do when the feet went up the wall.


Not knowing where to go can send me up the wall and so can

  • cell phones,
  • injuries,
  • physical pain,
  • emotional pain,
  • injustice,
  • meanness,
  • thoughtlessness, and
  • people consistently misspelling my name.


What sends you up the wall? Does it send you up the wall that I haven’t defined my terms?

send someone up the wall

Fig. to annoy and irritate someone; to drive someone crazy. Don’t scratch your 
fingers on the  blackboard. It sends me up the wall! 
That noise sends me up the wall!

Do any of my photos from yesterday send you up the wall?







Personally, love and acceptance don’t send me up the wall. They  send me over the moon.

When working in high tech sent me up the wall in the 1980’s,  I would sometimes dance to this:

Please don’t write your comments up on the wall; instead, write them down below.

Over-the-moon thanks to all who helped me create this up-the-wall post and — of course! — to YOU.


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16 thoughts on “Day 1893: Up the wall

  1. My post today is about photos my dear wife Karen put on the wall, Ann. I find our blog connections to sometimes be off the charts.

  2. Doing a handstand sends me up the wall every time. 😉

  3. What’s sending me up the wall right now is no internet service because the cable got pulled down in yesterday’s storm. Trying to read blogs and comment on my phone us driving me up the wall!!!

  4. When technology goes wrong and I don’t know whether it’s them or me

  5. Up the wall is a very good place to be, if you are a fly.

    People often misspell my name. It doesn’t drive me up the wall but I find some of the variations surprising. Morine is the most common these days, followed by Marine, Moreen and Murine. Sometimes I get Marnie, which is a name I like very much.

    I used to default to the “e” spelling of Anne because of Anne of Green Gables and Anne Frank — I was more familiar with that spelling. But now I default to “Ann” because I have been reading your blog for so long. Ann is one of my favourite names.

  6. As a child Ernie Kovacs would paint footprints going up the wall of his home which probably drove his mother up the wall. For me, though, I think of Hedwig and her band The Angry Inch who sang, “Ain’t much of a difference/Between a bridge and a wall.”

  7. Rotator cuff PT had me climbing my fingers up the wall, and back down again, over and over again. How annoying to have your name spelled wrong! My real name is Shielagh, and you might imagine all the ways it has been misspelled, and mispronounced!

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