And then there’s my shredded Achilles tendon…People grimace when they see me limping down the hall.
“Seek simplicity and distrust it.” —Alfred North Whitehead said. Simplicity is sounding real good right about now. Mom’s escalating pain issues have led to a rush MRI this afternoon, maybe a bone scan.
New favorite indie bookstore name: Libros Schmibros
Back in the ER with Mom. I think I’ll start bonking my head now.
They admitted her. Not life threatening, I don’t think.
Is life anything more than a series of disappointed hopes?
I turn on the TV to distract myself and the first thing I hear is Sally Kirkland saying, “She died at 97.” The opening to Paper Hearts.
Medicare not seizing our asset vibes would be nice, too. I’d rather not be homeless.
(Note: I got this wrong. It’s MediCal/Medicaid that seizes your assets.)
Mom is going back to the rehab today, perhaps permanently. They finally found that her terrible pain is from severe spinal stenosis. They may try to do an epidural nerve block if nothing else helps. Her spirit is good, her fighting spirit undiminished, so we’ll see how things go.
I’ve been sitting here all afternoon saying “Oh my God” over and over to myself. Rollercoasters suck.
(Note: I learned that my house might be protected after all.)
It may be a measure of my worry that I was seriously listening to Joel Osteen this morning. Not any crazier than my previous money making scheme: buying Lotto tickets. Both Lotto and Osteen require unfettered faith, something I sometimes have in microbursts.
No matter how bad it gets, my life is not as bad as Fantine’s…or millions of other people around the world. Everything is relative.
Heard Jimmy Cliff driving to work so “The harder they come, the harder they fall, one and all” is the theme of the day.
There’s a difference between taking off your shirt while running to show off your manly chestal pulchritude and taking off your shirt while running and having manly chestal pulchritude. We can tell the difference, guys. And not just cynical old broads like me.
I am so tired of grown up stuff. Can I run away now?
At home nursing a strained back. Life is good.
Why is it in movies and on TV when a scientist sees something unbelievable he removes his glasses? It’s become a total visual cliché.
The strain has progressed to spasms. I’m at urgent care.
Back still very unhappy and so am I. Two muscle relaxers at least make things bearable.
Back doing better but I’m still spending the day with my heating pad and my drugs. What part of driving with a strained back is not good did I not get? Pass more muscle relaxers.
I’m beginning to think the main job requirement for weather “girls” is “Must wear at least a C cup and adore tight clothing.”
I’m definitely watching too much TV since the back injury.
OMG the political phone calls the last week! Once or twice an hour sometimes on two phones and me a couch prisoner! Just got another an hour before the polls close. Argh! Very hotly contested mayoral campaign.
Since hurting my back and unable to reach the floor without pain I’ve turned into a ham-handed bumbler constantly dropping things on the floor.
*sigh* I’m sitting at my desk at work with a pillow and a heating pad tucked behind my still-spasming back.
My new favorite bumper sticker: “What would Scooby do?”
I don’t want to be a grown up anymore. Can I crawl into a hole instead?
White smoke… Bring on the papas and beer. Always thought it amusing that in Spanish and Italian pope/potatoes are the same, with only the article differentiating. Las papas de El Papa.
The Queen of Clueless Privilege strikes again: http://bit.ly/WnGOex Yes, Amy F. Grant and Katie F. Couric are also queens of clueless privilege, but Gwyneth Paltrow is the original Clueless F. Queen.
Mom called twice this morning to check the time of her doctor’s appointment and once for me to tell her how to fold boxes from paper. Both equally important.
They found the violin that Wallace Hartley played as the Titanic sank: http://yhoo.it/10XBK4u
Some good news yesterday: Mom is responding so well to therapy she won’t need an epidural and may be coming home soon.
Also, my back is slowly getting unstrained. Driving still remains a painful challenge, but I can sit at my desk with only occasional spasms.
With all the drugs I’ve been taking for the back my Achilles tendon isn’t hurting at all anymore.