Let me ask you, when was the last time you had a needle stuck in your ass - on purpose?
I'd like to go on record as saying the experience isn't nearly as much fun as it sounds.
That's because the reason I had it done is I've spent the past 2 plus days in as close to traction as you can get without actually being in the hospital. I can't move.
These are the joys of being 48 - do normal, everyday stuff, like stepping out of your pants - aggravate a back injury you haven't experienced in 3 years and spend the weekend wincing in pain at even the slightest movement - and that's the good moments.
So I went to see Pam - for my money the best looking 60 year old double doctorate totin' chick on the planet, to have her stick needles in my tushie and pour Chinese herbal gunk down my gullet. Fun times.
The good news is I'm catching up on all my TV watching - the Olympic games are slowing to a crawl, so I stopped at the cool neighborhood video store and picked up 6 - count 'em, 6 - DVDs to watch as I lay on my couch whimpering and moaning the weekend away. So far I've watched 3 of them and can't wait to lie on my back some more today...
My back has just informed me that it wants to lay down. I know this, because there is searing pain shooting from my hip into my buttocks and since there are no Chinese darts inserted in them at this point, I'll have to cut this short (the writing I mean). I'll let you know if anything good comes on TV.
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