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2004-02-21 - 5:44 p.m. For my next trick I stare at the beige ceiling. Bored. Very bored now. I�m beginning to see the point of mounting a TV on the ceiling. Bored. I pause to glance at my sweet husband. Roland looks at me with his unique mix of patience and exasperation, where I am lying flat on my back, overdosed on serious anti-inflammatories in a vain attempt to combat the amazing back pain which flared up this week. I would rather you not scream in pain. I look rebellious. Look, I can roll over now I say, shifting from back to side with only a small wince. For my next trick, I�m thinking about sitting up. Un-huh he replies skeptically. He pets me on the head, makes a smart-ass remark about teaching me to play dead and get some rest, then leaves to fetch me drink, more drugs and nutritious snack. If you didn�t look kind of like chocolate, we wouldn�t have this problem, I yell after him. Must be why Hershey bars say �Happiness� on each square. Sorry for the oversharing. It�s the funniest thing that�s happened all week. So this week has sucked. First, there was a cold which is 90% gone, but caused me to miss dinner with Lis and Gina. But, let�s talk about the star of the show. My back has � for the first time in months � flared up. This is somewhat intriguing in a clinical fashion. The interior of the legs go numb, while the lower back and outer leg muscles feature excruciating shooting pains. Friday, I barely made it through half a day of work. Another, two hours spent wrangling with doctor�s offices to get my prescription refilled. I�m pretty sure I cried at some point, which is amazing given my threshold for pain. After 36 hours of serious overdosing, I can now sit up for about an hour at a time. This makes it quite difficult to complete all the work I need to have finished for Monday. Grrrr. My own damn fault, I suppose, for neglecting my PT and my drugs. The house needs serious rearrangement and cleaning, I have tons of technical work to do, and I�m sentenced to lying flat with brief interruptions of uprightness. You know things are fairly pathetic when the thought of being able to fold laundry seems exciting, though you�re not brave enough to dream of carrying the basket anywhere. I have to go lie down now. At least I can take the laser pointer and torture my cat. He's begun to mew excitedly whenever he spots someone picking up the device, though how he can tell it from a regular pen is beyond me... � � � 
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