Thank God I escaped the quiz demon
Not that anyone was leaping to my rescue.
Not much to say today. Finally got the MRI results. It is in fact a herniated cervical disc. I have to have physical therapy. blech. but no big. And the meds are finally helping so the pain is not raging so horribly. So that is a well and a right. Anywho, that's really all there is. I still haven't seen this week's Buffy due to work issues, so I am having withdrawal. Thus the plethora of quizzes.
Oh an a note of worry about my beloved husband. . . The man has turned into a domestic machine. First he cleaned and completely rearranged our bedroom in a matter of hours. That was cool, and I was in awe. But yesterday, while he was supposed to be lying about on the couch getting well (he's got a nasty cold bless his cute little heart), he did the dishes and finished the laundry that he had started the other day (he has never done laundry in our nearly four years of marriage). And he made the bed! He never does that either. What the...? He is putting me to shame, not that I am complaining. But wowzers. What if it is some dread illness making him clean like a mad fiend until he finally explodes? One can only hope that is not the case. One can also only hope that it is not a passing phase. :) I could get used to it.
well off to waste gobs of time...
Not much to say today. Finally got the MRI results. It is in fact a herniated cervical disc. I have to have physical therapy. blech. but no big. And the meds are finally helping so the pain is not raging so horribly. So that is a well and a right. Anywho, that's really all there is. I still haven't seen this week's Buffy due to work issues, so I am having withdrawal. Thus the plethora of quizzes.
Oh an a note of worry about my beloved husband. . . The man has turned into a domestic machine. First he cleaned and completely rearranged our bedroom in a matter of hours. That was cool, and I was in awe. But yesterday, while he was supposed to be lying about on the couch getting well (he's got a nasty cold bless his cute little heart), he did the dishes and finished the laundry that he had started the other day (he has never done laundry in our nearly four years of marriage). And he made the bed! He never does that either. What the...? He is putting me to shame, not that I am complaining. But wowzers. What if it is some dread illness making him clean like a mad fiend until he finally explodes? One can only hope that is not the case. One can also only hope that it is not a passing phase. :) I could get used to it.
well off to waste gobs of time...