Now if you assholes in the US could keep your shit together, we might be okay.

[gfrancie]

I went to the doctor yesterday. When I spoke with the nurse on the phone she was incredibly sympathetic with how I messed up my back. I will hand it to British people, if you tell them you messed up your back gardening they genuinely feel bad for you. (side note, I had a look in the garden today and my garlic is beginning to come up. I am hoping that I will end up with thirty heads of garlic next year. Let's pray to the garlic gods on that one.) Anyhow, I went to the doctor -and she was younger than me. MY GOD why are they letting children be doctors, that is ridiculous. (okay so she is probably younger than me by a couple of years but it is weird.) All GPs should be middle-aged, a little tired looking and don't flinch one bit at a rash. She was nice though. She doesn't think I have a slipped disc. My SI joint is acting up like a bastard. Pretty much between breaking my tailbone as a foolish youth, then having a couple of kids AND having hypermobility, that sonofabitch is going to act up like a drunk for the rest of my life. If it turns out to be a slipped disc, she says, "come back in a week so we can do something serious for it." In the mean time she gave me a scrip for the SERIOUS BUSINESS codeine. Not that pez candy nonsense you can get over the counter. She also said, "Take a laxative because opiates cause constipation." I know that very well from a brief experience with hydrocodone back in the day. NEVER AGAIN. (another sidenote: I know addiction is a serious serious subject but damn, I know that I could never get into opiates in a major way because of that constipation thing.)
I made myself walk to the pharmacist, and the bakery, and then drive to the grocery store to do more walking up and down the aisles. Lidl has Christmas food. I didn't buy anything but I got excited about the German gingerbread, and those giant Spanish hams. Ridiculous. I did so much walking, and I know it is helping. It just wore me out. Then I ordered some bras. (I know a place. I have a guy. Not paying full retail.) So I solved a few problems -or at least lessened them. I didn't take any codeine until after dinner. (I had to pick up children, supervise homework, make dinner, do a little laundry. All involve some important skills) Then I did and things felt a little better. Yes my face felt numb and the whole world felt like a blanket had been wrapped around me, and my SI joint was still a bit of a mess but everything else relaxed for a bit. I watched Jane the Virgin. I ate a twix. I drank my mint tea like the old lady I am. It was okay.

I figured out sleep a bit more. Hot bath, more codeine, and then propping one side of my body up with a pillow. It did a world of good. Yes getting out of bed was a production this morning, and my hips and knees and many other joints were popping like mad. (felt like popcorn.) But I was able to move a bit more. I shall keep walking.

Now to figure out how to write a note to the collective Jenners about Thanksgiving. "You are all invited. and I mean ALL of you. All the partners. And we are going to have a good time because it is motherfucking thanksgiving and none of y'all are allowed to ruin this day. Especially if you ever want to come to my house ever again. Amen." But you know... nicer.

It will be okay. God dammit.

Comments

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

Ooh, is your place brastop? If not, please share! I need a cheaper bra guy.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

You bet. I will message you.

[actually-not.livejournal.com]

Hope your back feels better soon. Alcohol is a good muscle relaxant. I prescribe a cocktail.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

I think it will.
I wish I could drink more than a tiny bit of alcohol. Because I bet that would do the trick.

[emily-swank.livejournal.com]

I thought divorce splintered our Thanksgiving until one of the remaining splintered factions went gluten/dairy free. Thanksgiving is cancelled. I give up.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

At that point you only invite people you actually like, make the things you like, and require everyone to say how lovely everything is.

[neptunia67.livejournal.com]

I'm glad the doctor gave you pain meds. I can't take codeine, it makes me sick to my stomach. I found tramadol to be my drug of choice when my back was acting up pre-and post surgery. Now I keep a stash of it on hand.

It's always good to have a stash of narcotics nearby just in case you need them.

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

Amen to to the stash. I have my carefully hoarded stash of narcotics. Valium, and now my codeine. (which I want to keep a steady stash of for the future.)
Women hoard cash and pills. Because we are smart.

[neptunia67.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, Valium is part of my stash, too. I take it when I can't sleep.

[neptunia67.livejournal.com]

And I stash cash around the house. 😊