Aug 30 2007
whee.
Well I’m better. I’m still very stiff and sore and I’m pretty sure my 93-year-old grandma (who has trouble with her legs) walks faster than I do right now, but I have been on a steady diet of painkillers and muscle relaxers since Monday (I went to the doctor and got fabulous prescriptions, y’all) and even though standing up involves more snap, crackle and pop than a bowl of Rice Krispies, at least the drugs are good. So there’s that. In other news, the carpet in my room is down, the dresser has been delivered, and I still have to paint my desk. I’m waiting for a time when I’m not loaded to do that, however, because I have a feeling that drugs + paint = disaster, and frankly, I’m good enough at having disasters with paint when I’m not full of narcotics, so I don’t need to tempt fate.
Not that I didn’t already know this, but daytime television is terrible.
Anyway, just checking in to let you know that hey, I’m not dead. And aren’t you glad I did? Yeah.
Ouch!
I hope that you make a speedy recovery.
I’ve had a couple back episodes over the years. Not from stress, but from being a moron and destroying it in college.
As always, glad to hear you haven’t died.
whenever my friends don’t call me at least every two days, I start planning their funerals, assuming they are dead.
So thanks for checking in, you just saved me some loot.
poor back. poor you. i’m glad you’re recovering, but damn. that’s just not cool.
Yay drugs! By the way, if desperate during daytime, I try to catch AMC or the Turner Classic Movie channel. It’s an easy way to kill three hours of daytime without having to watch Judge Judy, Soap Operas and Oprah.
Wow, I officially sound like an old sore coot now. Welcome to the club!
glad you feel better, wife. and glad you haven’t been blogging too, too much lately bc i have been on the road for 3 weeks straight, and i hate to miss anything from you. so, this worked out for me…