Have y’all ever spent any time sprawled on the bed while trying to recuperate from a back injury? That’s what I’ve been doing for several days now, and I’m darned sick and tired of reclining. I should be spending my time trying to discern the proper usage of the words “lie” and “lay,” but instead I’m staring at the popcorn on the ceiling. I’m pretending that it’s clouds and trying to find images in it.
Richard Nixon’s face is staring down at me! How scary is that?
Anyway, I’m having trouble writing at the moment, because I can’t take the computer to the bed. If I do, the five cats dance across the keyboards trying to write to you. They aren’t terribly smart or interesting (like Cindee’s dog, Jack), so I don’t let them talk on the blog.
I can’t stand at this computer for very long, I can’t sit, and I’m not very coherent when under the influence of massive pain medication. So, I’m going to send you to a page I wrote a few days ago. Although it’s a review for BlogHer, I tried not to write it like a “review.” It’s part of the series of posts I have been doing on My Neck of The Woods, and it’s an intro to a post I hope to write in the next few days.
I hope you will stop long enough to read it, and maybe even comment there. If you comment, BlogHer is happy. If BlogHer is happy, they let me do paid reviews. If I do paid reviews, I can pay my bloggy rent and keep on blogging. I’m just sayin’.
If you like my stories, you might like it. It’s about a small town in the Texas Hill Country, that is very difficult to find. You might have heard about it, because it is immortalized in song. You’ll find a lot of folks pickin’ and grinnin’ down there.
Pickin' and grinnin'
In that town, so the song says, “ain’t nobody feelin’ no pain.” Does that mean that if I go back there I’ll hurt? Or, does it mean I won’t? I dunno.
Right now, I’m going back to bed to stare at Trickie Dickie on the ceiling. Maybe I can get my mind’s eye to “morph” him into the face of Willie Nelson. Willie isn’t that much better looking, but at least he can sing.
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As a person who’s suffered from several major back injuries (my first at 10 years of age), I know exactly what you’re going through.
This last injury kept me counting ‘flowers on the wall’, for nearly 3 weeks, so I wish the best and hope you’ve got a good doctor and a nice heating pad (which I absolutely won’t do without).
I use topical creams too; my husband is so kind to use the massager after he rubs it in for me. Also, be sure to take a nice warm epsom-salt bath whenevern you can.
That heating pad, I’m told, increased the inflammation for me!
Poor baby. Done that in the hospital, in traction, with morphine. Now I love morphine but waiting for it to happen is a real ……
Hope you heal soon, are out of pain, and once more mobile – preferrably without tricky Dick hauntings.
.-= Jamie´s last blog ..Beaches =-.
Why am I whining??? I didn’t get so bad as to need traction OR morphine.
I’m about to go scrape the ceiling so I don’t have to look at Richard Nixon anymore!
How miserable. I hope the meds are top-notch and the healin’ is quick.
xox
.-= Robin´s last blog ..Tidal Pool, Mount Desert Island =-.
Thank you darlin’ I hope your trip is enjoyable!
Back problems blow!!! UGH. I feel for you Shelly!! Now you know why I tried to get your hooked on Facebook when I had my back surgery LOL…It was impossible to sit at a computer. Hope you’re feeling better and I know it’s awful, but try to keep moving around once in a while. It doesn’t seem like it helps, but it really does in the longer run.
.-= Jessica The Rock Chick´s last blog ..Who Wears Short Shorts? =-.
Indeed, back problems do ummmm “blow.” I know that YOU know all about that (at least I didn’t have to have surgery – yet). You didn’t hook me on Facebook, though. In fact, I’m thinking of (gasp) deleting my account
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