Speaking of which ...

Jul 19, 2007 19:45

My back is out.

Around 4 a.m., I turned in bed, heard a crack and felt shooting pain up my spine that woke me straight awake. Oh, it's been a nice little visit to hell. I had to take the day off work and have been pumping myself with Ibuprofen and Equate-brand Ultra Strength Muscle Rub external analgesic greaseless cream all day.

It took me 10 minutes to make it to the computer this afternoon because I was crawling on my hands and knees and every time I stand, my back goes into spasms and I have to gracefully fall to the floor to get relief. To make matters less tolerable, SOMEBODY absconded with my precious, limited supply of Vicadin. Rat bastards.

However, the whole day, I've been trying to tell myself, "You're full-blooded Lakota and a Midwesterner, stop whining." Then, I turn a certain way and nothing but swear words come out of my mouth and it looks like a Roy Cohn scene from "Angels in America."

So, I smell like an old fart and walk like an old fart and feel like an old fart.

Luckily I have this photo blog to lift my spirits and make me feel not too old.

2007, old fart

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