butterflyghost

 My back seems to be a lot improved. After however many weeks its been of it constantly getting worse, over the last few days it has been getting better. I know a lot of it is the painkillers, but I was able to reduce them yesterday and today, and things seem to be holding steady. The few days where I was doped to the gills actually helped because I was able to move more - and today I put my shoes and socks on unassisted! Still not running, but walking better. 

And, thirteen days from now my glasses should be ready. I'm quite nervous that the new prescription will be hard to get used to, but I shouldn't think the worst. If it doesn't work, I'll just have to go back in and get them changed to something more manageable.


And, ooh! Even as we speak, I got  a delivery just now from America - a Fluffybutts dog calendar. Awesome... I always forget to buy myself a calendar.

Plus... OMG. My son got a tattoo. 

Hello all. As some of you will have noticed, I've been rather quiet lately. Writer's block hit so hard that I couldn't even open my laptop, and have been communicating via smartphone for... well, months. And I couldn't even face trying to write a journal entry on smartphone.

However, mental energy wise things are getting better. Writer's block seems to be getting better (managed just over a thousand words today, thanks to the joys of Scrivener) and I am generally more cheerful. Which is odd, really, as my back is getting worse. It has been about ten days since I've been able to leave the house. No - I tell a lie. I managed to get down the hill to the village some time this week, and then seriously considered a taxi to get me home. Basically, some days I can't bend to put my shoes on, or dressed. However, the doctor has prescribed me some painkillers that are actually helping. I've been able to walk around the house (or shuffle really) today. I do need to get into town at some stage, since my glasses have changed, and I really need the new prescription. So... officially I am an old crock. Bifocals and everything. Though I am at least a reasonably happy old crock at the moment.

Need food though. Must send my son grocery shopping - there is nothing but noodles, rice and onions in the house. 

So, I was planning all sorts of fun things today - and discover this morning that I cannot get out of bed. I thought it was bad at half six this morning, when I had to crawl to the bathroom, and it took forever to get there and back, much of it staring at the porcelain throne thinking, how do I get ON it from here?

Anyway. It's got worse. The pain in my back is so bad now that I literally cannot roll onto my side.

Now, before anyone panics, I've had this before, and I'm sure it will pass. But in the meantime, gah! I am beyond pissed off.