Good heavens. My activity on the blogging front lately has oddly paralleled my general activity over the past few days.
It's been out-and-out flat.
A little difficulty I've lived with for years recently decided to rear its ugly head. No, I'm not talking about Supportive Partner Man (willing headbanger!), his de facto bro Mike and their odd Night Ranger fixation, either.
My back, replete with chronic bulging discs and muscle spasms, has decided to renew its status as a pain in the butt.
It had been a bit sore, then, when I was reaching for the shampoo in the shower late last week ... sproing! I felt a muscle in the left mid-back twist and utterly seize.
Now it's Monday night and when I've not been at work — we journalists don't do "holiday weekends" — I've been in bed snuggled up to my other best friend, Mr. Heating Pad. Naturally, because most other people celebrate "holidays," my fabulous nurse practitioner, Rachel, won't be in the office until Tuesday morning. And I'm fresh out of Flexeril, damn it.
At least I have the name of a local back group to check out. The doc I've seen for my back for the last eight years is based in Wyomissing, which is a tad inconvenient given that we're now living in Lancaster. I've changed all the other medics in my stable, I may as well change this one, too, right?
Looks like I'll be working the phones in the morning.
Keep those pain-free vibes coming.
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