Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Time Release Pain

So, as I reported earlier, I helped move the lovely and talented, and newest member of the family, Sheeps on Sunday. I was rather indiscriminate in my bale toting and barge lifting, and when Monday came around sans agony I was rather impressed with myself. "Not bad for an old bugger", thought I. And there was a bit more swagger in my step. Words like 'Herculean' passed more than once through my mind, and I decided that 44 isn't so bad after all.

Oh Gods of Olympus, can you not let one instance of hubris pass?!

I awoke today in mild discomfort, that slowly evolved into pain, that is now a band of major owie across my lower back that forced me to ask my wife to get a pan out of the lower oven drawer so I could make dinner. The bitch of this is that my lower back has never given me trouble before. So, Flexoril take me away! I took a muscle relaxer, and expect another 2 hours of consciousness. I'll let you know how things are tomorrow.

Marius the Decrepit


Stinkypaw said...

Sorry to read about your pain! You have to keep reminding yourself, you're not getting any younger, remind that! Joke aside, I hope you recup fast! Hot baths help in those cases.

Anonymous said...

I can't help giggling over this. . .oh, dear, sweet Marius! Welcome to mah world!