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Well, it's official: I did something to my back. I don't know what, and I don't know how, but ever since that last post on the subject I've felt like if I were to lift my shirt you'd see the hoofprints of the donkey who punted me in my sleep. It's...just...ow. Since ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rain_herself also has an ongoing lower back malaise thingy, we are for now the Sacred House of the Lumbar Pain Fandango. Trust me, this is not the sort of shared experience you want to have with your significant other. As I've mentioned, Andrea has surplus Flexeril, whose name comes from the Latin for "your alarm clock is not up to the job, Sparky." Even though I'd been trying to avoid chemical comas I gave in and took another one last night, which is why I didn't manage to drag my mortal flesh out of bed until 11 hours later, around the time I was supposed to be at work starting my second cup of complimentary coffee. I anticipated this for once by bringing my work laptop home so I could get work done without endangering lives with my barely-controlled vehicle. Yay, salaried positions that allow for remote labor! (I have my first-ever chiropractor appointment on Monday. The place came well-reviewed, but the smile the doctor is wearing on his webpage photo hints that he might enjoy his job a little too much. Wish me luck.)
EDIT: So apparently one of the side effects of Flexeril is overly compund sentences and two-dollar vocabulary. Oh, yay, I've discovered William Faulkner in pill form.
rain_herself also has an ongoing lower back malaise thingy, we are for now the Sacred House of the Lumbar Pain Fandango. Trust me, this is not the sort of shared experience you want to have with your significant other. As I've mentioned, Andrea has surplus Flexeril, whose name comes from the Latin for "your alarm clock is not up to the job, Sparky." Even though I'd been trying to avoid chemical comas I gave in and took another one last night, which is why I didn't manage to drag my mortal flesh out of bed until 11 hours later, around the time I was supposed to be at work starting my second cup of complimentary coffee. I anticipated this for once by bringing my work laptop home so I could get work done without endangering lives with my barely-controlled vehicle. Yay, salaried positions that allow for remote labor! (I have my first-ever chiropractor appointment on Monday. The place came well-reviewed, but the smile the doctor is wearing on his webpage photo hints that he might enjoy his job a little too much. Wish me luck.)EDIT: So apparently one of the side effects of Flexeril is overly compund sentences and two-dollar vocabulary. Oh, yay, I've discovered William Faulkner in pill form.
