I have no idea what I did to cause this, but my back hurts so badly today that I'm almost in tears. Ibuprofen did nothing to calm it down.
(As always, I need to emphasize that this is NOT the same type of nerve-being-compressed horrible searing pain that I had before my surgery. This is just the muscles in my lower back deciding to get all clenchy and NOT LET GO. There is literally no position -- sitting, standing, lying down -- that's comfortable, so I figured I might as well come in to work.)
I need flexiril and a very large beer. Sadly, I only have the beer (at home), no drugs.
I find aspirin a lot more effective on that type of pain than ibuprofen. Maybe worth a try?
Ice, ice, baby. And then a nice heat pack. I keep one of those herbal things at work, so I can nuke it and put it where needed. It smells good, too.
Yeah, if I had had one of those TheraHeat wrap thingies at home, I'd have used it. Alas, I was out. And I didn't think to bring in the plug-in heating pad with me. Bah.
I thought this was a fascinating article. Anyone read the book?
I didn't say they were unavailable. Just hard to find drivethrough. although wiith the time saved with cooking, it may be a wash.
Crap, Steph. I hope your back feels better soon.
I am watching last night's TDS and have just discovered that I have a massive crush on Josh Lucas. Damn the numminess is intense. I have watched the interview three times.
Also just called the gas co. to have them turn on my pilot light. They'll be here on Tuesday. At which point I will be a popsicle. Stil 49° in here.
I should go to IKEA and buy a mass of tealights. Nothing like twenty candles to warm the place up.
I thought this was a fascinating article.
Vincent's man-drag was good enough, as it turns out. Before writing this book, she spent a year and a half posing as a man and, insofar as she could, living as one. As "Ned," she joined a bowling league, went to strip clubs, entered a monastery, dated heterosexual women (and slept with one of them), worked a sales job and went on a men's-movement retreat, all without being discovered.
The hell? She slept with a het woman, as a man, and the chick didn't notice?
edited to change the masculine ordinal to an actual degree sign.
She did, I think, from what I could gather from when he touched on it later in the piece.
I do agree that moving far outside your normal social type (from NYC to "the heartland") is only going to increase the disconnect, and is sort of dishonest, in the experiment.
Thought I would bring this to the attention of the craftier among us: [link]
Current discussions there include the making of codpieces, corsets, and fairy wings.
