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Yay and Crap
Jun. 28th, 2006 11:31 amThe good news: It is no longer raining. In fact, the sun is out. The sun is shining very brightly, perhaps making up for the downpours. It may not last. We are supposed to keep getting rain for the rest of the week.
The bad news: Shortly after six in the morning, I heard a strange noise downstairs and went to the top of the stairs and started walking down. I slipped. I crashed down on the second step, slid hard down to the fourth step, and rammed my lower back into that harsh edge that makes a stair.
I did not make a sound, except for that one stunned scared exhalation at the very beginning when I wondered if I'd fall headfirst. I made my way back to my room, crawled into bed, got the phone, and called my boss and left a message. I took a few painkillers. I took some MSM. I propped a pillow under my knees and lay flat on my back. The sciatica was flaring, my lower back was on fire, my right knee was screaming. I went to sleep. I woke up three and a half hours later, with Tuesday sniffing my face. I was feeling better. Physically rather numb. The drugs were working. I tested -- I could bend at the knees just enough to pick up my laundry bag and take it downstairs. I dumped it into the washer and limped to the living room.
Now I'm on the couch with pillows propped up behind me. I made myself some bacon. I have chocolates with truffle filling. I also have a cup full of ice and a washcloth, to hold against the bruised area.
I want to vacuum the carpet later, so I'll wait to see what hurts when I'm ready.
And my bitten tongue still hurts, a little. I can't have orange juice, can I?
The bad news: Shortly after six in the morning, I heard a strange noise downstairs and went to the top of the stairs and started walking down. I slipped. I crashed down on the second step, slid hard down to the fourth step, and rammed my lower back into that harsh edge that makes a stair.
I did not make a sound, except for that one stunned scared exhalation at the very beginning when I wondered if I'd fall headfirst. I made my way back to my room, crawled into bed, got the phone, and called my boss and left a message. I took a few painkillers. I took some MSM. I propped a pillow under my knees and lay flat on my back. The sciatica was flaring, my lower back was on fire, my right knee was screaming. I went to sleep. I woke up three and a half hours later, with Tuesday sniffing my face. I was feeling better. Physically rather numb. The drugs were working. I tested -- I could bend at the knees just enough to pick up my laundry bag and take it downstairs. I dumped it into the washer and limped to the living room.
Now I'm on the couch with pillows propped up behind me. I made myself some bacon. I have chocolates with truffle filling. I also have a cup full of ice and a washcloth, to hold against the bruised area.
I want to vacuum the carpet later, so I'll wait to see what hurts when I'm ready.
And my bitten tongue still hurts, a little. I can't have orange juice, can I?
