I am resolved to take a hot bath full of Epsom salts, take some Aleve and general herbal makes you healthier crap, drink myself a nice cold hefeweizen, lie down and take one of the wee "doesn't do a damn thing but I can hope for a placebo effect" muscle relaxants and pray for my back to shut the hell up until the morning. I figure that should take care of the major healing groups: heat, legend, self-medication, pharmacutical and maybethere'sagodandhe'llfixthis.

Alert: alcohol and drugs shouldn't be mixed. It's bad. And wrong. But I'll take the risk tonight with one of each if it means the pain that has me on the verge of tears eases up just a little.

I need a book to read. I'm surrounded by books and I feel like I have none to read. Weird.

Bitch and Buffista children are delightful. There might have been more, but I was distracted by the Kara, Owen and "gorram reaver" posts...

{{{Cass}}} Did you call anyone about your back yet?

Kara is going to grow up to have her own talk show. Or possibly be the Queen of Everything.

Fortunately for her, Oprah has already demonstrated that these are not mutually exclusive.

I love Kara. I'm pretty sure, however, that sending her to Australia must violate some treaty about exporting weapons of mass destruction.

Feel better, Cass. Have you tried ice?

I'm surrounded by books and I feel like I have none to read.

This is frequently me. Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.

I love Kara. I'm pretty sure, however, that sending her to Australia must violate some treaty about exporting weapons of mass destruction.

In that case, it's probably already administration policy.

When it started with the buzzing sensation on Saturday, it whirled out of the realm of a chiro unfortunately. So right now I am getting very testy at work about the fact that I was supposed to have health insurance and if they just want to pay for my COBRA, fine and dandy but I need to go see my doctor but soon. Testy was today actually, tomorrow we try bitchy and legalese. It might actually need some PT and chiro, but first we need to deal with what's making the nerves go wonky.

Ooof, I am such a pain when I am ... in pain. Sorry about that.

You're not a pain, sweetie. Let them have it! If they can't figure this crap out, I still think they should have to pay for you to see a doctor directly.

{{{{Aimee}}}} and {{{{Cass}}}}

Aw hell, vibes for everyone. Keep 'em in reserve.

t first world whine

I am diligent about keeping track of my credit score. My OCD is aided by the fact that one of my credit cards conveniently posts it online. I've finally fixed or had dropped off (terrible grammar, but don't ask me to fix it) all of the stupid crap I did back in college. So I'm in a good place for when we get a mortgage, EXCEPT... now that the bad stuff is gone, the fact that I have more than one balance is of more importance. What would have only shaved 5 points from my score 6 months ago is now taking 8-10 points off of my precious key to a low rate. I can't win for losing.

Bastages. And my diamond shoes pinch.

t /first world whine

You're not a pain, sweetie. Let them have it! If they can't figure this crap out, I still think they should have to pay for you to see a doctor directly.

Absomalutely. They can try a stint as Captain Responsible, if they're the ones who introduced you to Major Stuff-Up.

Have you tried ice?

Now to search for printed goodness that I won't cry if I drop it in the bath as it has happened before and I really should be prepared for it by now. Puffed up water-logged literature...