Sciatica is a big pain in my butt.No, really, it is. The pain in my lower back has been getting worse and worse by the day since January. And being the bum I am and how much I hate going to the doctor, I put it off…too long. Last Thursday, I wasn’t able to walk. Well, barely. I had this shooting pain in my back that echoed down the back of my knees accompanied with back spasms. The pain is mostly in my middle butt. What fun. I only live about a dozen blocks away from work, yet I had to have a co-worker drive me home. When I worked on Sunday night [I called off Saturday night], it took me almost an hour to get there. That’s about a block every five minutes. Grandma Moses could have beaten me to the hospital.
Well, I went to the doctor’s on Friday morning and all the meds he gave me are hardly working. I’m on steroids, anti-inflammatories, and muscle relaxers. Do I feel high and drugged up? Sure. Does my back feel better? Hardly. My mom knows a chiropractor back in Cleveland, so I talked to him last night and I think I’m going to go to my first back-cracker ever. Even though the sound of bones cracking is up there with getting a pap smear on my list of fun ways to spend your day. But what the hell… I don’t have anything left to lose.
Anyway, I was home [ohh, there goes another back spasm tingling down my leg….ouch] last week and I saw my good ol’ college buddy, Tree [he’s 6’7”], Reid, Sarah, and Allan. Tree is still in college-mode, even though his five-year reunion is this fall, and easily drank all of us under the table. The first night I tried to give it a go and actually drank three whole beers and let’s just say my digestive system was not too happy with my decision. We spent the weekend drinking and eating and playing video games. On Monday, Tree, Sarah, and I went to Unique Thrift and I found a bajillion clothes for Dave, a funkadellic suitcase, a purse, cups and more for a grand total of $14. Lordy, do I love half off Mondays at that thrift store.
I’m off to take some more drugs and try to get a couple of hours sleep before I have to go into work tonight at 7pm. …and, no, I’ve absolutely no idea how I’m going to able to sit for twelve hours straight. Blah.
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