Limbo

The day started late, very late. It is amazing what muscle relaxants and prescription pain killers can do for a girl's beauty sleep. Mind you don't look too beautiful when you wake up.... more sort of bleary and puffy and in so much pain you are doubled over. The thing is you can't stay that way otherwise you sort of lock into position. See all those times your mother said if the wind changes you will stay looking like that was sort of right J

It is official, the disc is probably bulging... which is why one has sciatica all the way down to the ankles, on both sides, and look pregnant. Of course one had to sit in a chair for an hour to get that diagnosis. Something that one did point out to the doctor was really adding salt to a wound. He, as a bad back sufferer, laughed. You know after all these years our little interactions do nothing to change one's initial impressions that he is a sadist.

Anyway today was spent curled in a foetal position on the beloved leather lounge. Although all advice is to lie on a floor with your feet up, all that does is let the back freeze up and then one is left to do this sort of inelegant scramble. It looks for all the world like a bug trying to right itself. So one went with what didn't hurt... at all. In fact when one stood up the back almost felt normal. Right up until one went to do something... then it was short lived.

So one small slave was stayed on the lounge like a good girl... and got on with the annual Babylon 5 marathon and gently snoozed through the afternoon.

This is driving one nuts and it is only day two L