When I was riding toward the train station this morning, I jounced over the railroad tracks. Someone twisted a crank installed in my back and I thought, I can't do this. I physically cannot do this. I hurt. A lot.
Plus I couldn't find my sunglasses.
Plus it was humid.
I did take myself out for breakfast, but when I'd paid up, I hied myself off to the doc in the box. A weary woman took elebenty-seven x-rays of my hip and spine. A youngster fresh off the playground told me that it looked like I had a couple of herniated discs, but an MRI would tell the story in full. Also, it looked like I had only bruised my hip. "But nearly a month is a long time for this to be hurting." Who knew?
So I have to get an MRI.
And in the meantime, I have naproxen (I worked on the clinical trial of that. Ha!). And....I have...Vicodin.
I'm going to change back into my nightie and try to sleep the day away because it aches too much to stay awake through this.
4 comments:
You did all that before I even woke up? That's way more work than a bike ride.
Vicoden makes everything better...I personally like Vicoden land.
I have noticed a direct link between "I am going to straighten this place up" and "Ouch, my back hurts".
I just realized that it looks like I was saying YOU have the "clean up"-"back hurts" link. Oops. That's not what I meant. I'm the one with that link. Every time I decide that "tomorrow I'm going to ...", I wake up with a grinch in my back.
You may or may not have that protection against cleaning up.
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