I have back pain.  Bad back pain.  Back pain unlike anything I have ever felt.  I have not done anything to warrant such back pain.  No heavy lifting, no hanging from cliffs, no falling down.  It simply appeared out of nowhere.  It might be back (I mean bad) karma because just a few short days ago I was thinking about how lucky I am that I rarely have the aches and pains that so many people I know experience.  Then the back pain arrived, unpacked and settled in for what appears to be a vacation.  I hope that’s all it is-- a vacation.  I hope back pain isn’t planning on moving in.  I have no room for back pain.  Another kitty, maybe, but not back pain.

The good (young) doctor I saw this afternoon for my back pain gave me drugs.  A muscle relaxer (which did nothing but put me to sleep) and Vicodin (which has only taken off the sharp edge of the pain and made me fuzzy-headed) and naproxen, with which I’m intimately familiar.  Perhaps the right combination of milligrams will make me forget how much my back hurts-- but I fear it will also make me forget my name, address and how not to drool.  This is the first time in my life that I have taken any sort of narcotic and I have to say, I’m not terribly impressed.  Tequila might be more effective-- and fun.  But I don’t think I’m supposed to drink while also taking drugs.  I’m too fuzzy-brained to remember.

Who are you again?

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 11:40 PM Permalink