So Saturday I did something wonky to my back. What, I'm not -entirely- sure. I don't think watching old episodes of Angel will do evil things to the back, do they? Anyhow, it just randomly started to inform me of much ow-ing. By Sunday, more ow, to the tune of not wanting to get out of my computer chair. By Monday, I didn't make it all the way through work, and had to leave at 3pm to rest a bit before teaching class. By today, I couldn't walk very well. This was the biiiig clue brick for me to call the doctor, which I did. Oooh, love the doctor. Let me compose sonnets to the meds they gave me! I got a shot of something called Toradol, quadruple the normal strength, an anti-inflammatory med, and a muscle relaxant. The latter is woo-happy knocks my ass out for 6-7 hours. The doctor wants me to stay home all week, but work really really needs me on Thursday and Friday, so I'll take tomorrow off and let the drugs work their magic. Thankfully, I'm already feeling tons better than I was pre-doctor, and I have an appointment with a massage therapist next week. Yaaay!
Tomorrow night, Dean and I may go look at motorcycles again...which should be particularly comic if I'm still on drugs. ;)
And I love Dungeon Siege. I love it even more that I got it for $20. Two thumbs up from the former Baldur's Gate addict!
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