My neck, my back.

[raybear]

I could have used a more serious subject line, but one can only laugh in the face of this much pain. Or cry. But I don't like to cry at work, especially since it wouldn't just be misty-eyed crying from being emotionally moved by something, but instead wailing and sobbing and gnashing of teeth while writhing on the floor in pain.

I threw my back out. Or more accurately, I strained a muscle, or possibly several of them in my back. It feels more like the center of my back but Lowenstein's theory is it's mostly knots/strain in my lower back but it's pulling on higher up muscles to give the illusion of pain. Okay, that's not exactly what she said, but I was too busy trying not to die to accurately record everything she was saying while applying walgreens brand vaporizing rub.

Yesterday in the late morning while frozen flat in bed, I called to check my messages and make sure no one at work needed anything. Instead there were several message from MelRo, increasing in worry, because my pup seems to have some form of worms (round? ring? does it matter?) and let us know by puking them up at her apartment. Between the peeing on her bed last week and the recent puking, I suspected she'd never let my four-legged friend back into her home, though I guess the janitor seeing the dog and reprimanding her sealed this conclusion anyway.

Since then, I've seen no evidence of her being ill. She's bounding around the apartment and terrorizing houseguests and me at bedtime in the same old fashion. Perhaps MelRo just has Munchausen-by-proxy syndrome.....but I'm taking the Sophinator to the vet this evening anyway, since she's due for her annual check-up.
Yesterday was a shitty day and not just because of the illnesses. I could say more, but why? Though I did have a great dinner with dommeyourass and her friend from out of town, so I don't want to minimize that bright spot. I think I had a really good cigarette at some point too.

The legal director of our organization is resigning and planning on attending architecture school after more than a dozen years of doing gay civil rights law. This almost inspires me. Rather, I will hold this for later as inspiration.

Comments

[gotmce99.livejournal.com]

I had a soccer injury in high school (yes, I was the goalie), where I thought I broke my hip. It was really just a pinched nerve in my back.

Even though I assumed the worst, I did hobble off the field and onto the bus all by myself!

I hope it feels better soon...put lots of ice on it, and dont' sit! hey, there are always fun things to do with ice while lying down...;)

mm

[limenal.livejournal.com]

I swear she was sick. And mopey. And did I mention sick?

[lakenaiad.livejournal.com]

I have an excellent and queer-friendly chiropractor if you need a referral. He's turned my life around more than once when I've been in your situation.

Mmmm... worms

[misterbz.livejournal.com]

So she puked the worms themselves? That's nasty and reminds me of a party I was at once. I was at a friend's apartment sitting around with some pals getting drunk or stoned or something, telling jokes and having a good time. While everyone was laughing and talking I watched my pal's cat, standing nearby, while a smallish tape worm crawled out of its ass and droped on the floor where it wiggled around. I didn't say anything for a minute or so just to spare my happy friends from the horror I just witnessed mere feet from where they were sitting. In my unsober state I promptly renamed his cat "Worm Dog".

Also, the night Amanda and I met my brother's future wife she told us "You know what to do when you get wormy don't you? Drink a tablespoon of turpentine." I can't remember the context of this odd bit of advice, but it seemed inappropriate at the time.

Hope you feel better.