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Arse
I have decided that the diffidence I feel about my injury is largely due to the fact that said injury was, however one might like to put it, to my arse. All this malarky about coccyx. If you can't sit down, it's yer arse.
I'd feel less embarrassed about a broken leg. Though of course, I might be in more pain, and it'd certainly be more inconvenient.
John Cusack
Perhaps I haven't seen all his folms, but I've never seen a
bad John Cusack film. I watched
Serendipity this afternoon. Aside from the general pleasingness of the film's title, I really enjoyed it. It was a thin plot, but aren't all romantic comedies; there's only so far you can go with "boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy finds girl"...
I recommend for an afternoon on the sofa with back pains.
Drugs
I'm never quite sure about the use of painkillers when in pain. I know that painkillers are meant to deaden the pain (tho I find they never quite manage it), but I can't quite get to grips with taking them until the pain goes. Because how do you know the pain has gone, if you are still taking the pain killers to deaden the pain.
I took painkillers all yesterday, and I think I've just hurt my back a little more. It's certainly not better, and I feel less comfortable in certain positions that I did yesterday. Perhaps the thing to do is just to utter small squeals as and when necessary, rather than deaden the pain and potentially just defer it til tomorrow. Although I do not advocate squealing in public, or even in front of hubby (which is
not the same thing). That's just (a) irritating per se, and (b) irritating as the listener is inexorably lead to the conclusion that you should just take the flipping drugs, because they'd stop the squealing.
No, squealage should only be done in private. Well, squealage to do with pain, that is. Other squealage is a different matter.
Am off to the in-laws for lunch v shortly. This will have the benefit of having a small walk to assess whether I'm well enough to go back to work tomorrow. I am having over-developed work ethos guilt about taking time off when I am perfectly capable of working. It's jsut sitting I have difficulty with. Still, I shall console myself with this
John Cusack film, which I can watch this afternoon. Hurrah!
Not funny, it's not funny
For there to be a power cut when I'm off sick. There I was lying in a comfortable position (and there aren't many of those) peacably watching the telly, when pooof, all the electrics go off.
Power cut. I don't remember one of those since about 1979. Grieved as I am to confess that I remember 1979 at all!
Seriously, I didn't realise how much one uses electricity for. Our house is quite dark, owing, in part to the wonderous decoration. Not. So I had to come downstairs from the bedroom in the pitch dark, illuminated only by the light seeping out from various ill-fitting doors. Not nice for someone who's not well cos she's just fallen down the stairs. But I needed the loo. And I couldn't go upstairs, cos there's a macerator, which runs off..... electricity!
Cup of tea? No. Can't boil the kettle, and reluctant to open the fridge in order to preserve what coolth there is in the fridge. Resorted to sesame snacks and hot ribena. And just to add insult to injury, I'd just boiled the water for the ribena when all the lights came on again. Hurumph.
And I've missed
Judge Judy now. Bah.
Back to the Blog
Am off work at the moment.
I'm not really sick, but I fell down stairs yesterday, and bruised my coccyx (I
think that's how you spell it!0. Went to the hospital yesterday, and they said to rest, but not sit down a lot, and sort of sucked teeth when commuting was mentioned. Hurrah! Although it is painful when I move, which is not nice.
The doctor at the hospital was very inquisitive though, and wanted to know exactly what had happened (my foot slipped within my tights, and fell, if you want to know. My tights stayed where they were). I thought that she was going to accuse me of self-abuse, and put me into care. If you see what I mean. Maybe it was because I had hubby with me, and she thought he'd pushed me down the stairs (he hadn't). Anyway, I'm not used to people questioning me when I firmly say "it was an accident".
I think I shall now return to bed, having spent some time up, and take advantage of the lying down opportunities offered.
Oh, and if you're wondering I am still reading
War and Peace, just not very frequently, and with other books being read in the meantime.
