Oh, I *love* that transcript. HAHAHAHAH. And I love Rahm. Love.

Do feel very bad for Teppy though. :(

Damn, Teppy. That just sucks.

Anne, right now I'm wearing the socks you knitted for me when I had my surgery 5 years ago. Every time I put them on, I think of you. And when I put them on last night, I hoped they'd work some mystical sock-fu, but as of yet they have not.

Still, it makes me happy to have them on my feets.

Oh Teppy. I'm so sorry. Please try not to blame youself, though. You'll never know for sure what triggered it, and even if the running was a factor, there's just no point in beating youself up more than your poor body is already beaten. By all means get thee to the hospital where there is painkiller and professional help, and keep in touch.

Please try not to blame youself, though. You'll never know for sure what triggered it, and even if the running was a factor, there's just no point in beating youself up more than your poor body is already beaten.

I can't help it, though. I keep bargaining (in my head) with God, the universe, or whoever, that if only the pain would go away or even diminish, that I'd do ANYTHING -- go back to church, work at a soup kitchen -- anything.

And of course the pain hasn't gone away, so at least I don't have to keep my end of the bargaining.

So then I keep thinking if I could just go back in time and not do that one thing, that one little thing, I could prevent this. And I know I'm thinking that because I have no control over this pain right now, and I'd do anything to control it, so the mental bargaining is all I've got.

And in the interim while I was typing this entry, the doctor on call got ahold of me and said I should go to the ER. Damn it.

I'm sorry the socks can't do more to make things better. Ah, well.

I hope the ER can get things sorted out for you. Fingers are crossed.

In other news, I have one mini fruitcake (sans nuts) left in need of a home.

Teppy, tons of ~ma your way. I hope the hospital does good by you and right quick. I wonder, since you are the poster child for them, does this count as warranty coverage or something? Maybe give you the executive suite at the hospital? Seriously, get better soon.

Teppy, if it's just an inflamed muscle group that's pushed nerves around or a pissed-off disc, a cortisone shot may do the job. Hubby's had lots of those--before the insurance company accepted that the X-rays did indeed show fractured vertebra--and they're miraculous.

the executive suite at the hospital

I don't know if they have those, but the corner rooms in our hospital are nice. They have couches they fold out to twin beds. The last time Hubby was in, an elderly woman occupied the nearest corner, and she had bodyguards. The staff didn't realize they were bodyguards--I guess they figured she had lots of large male relatives who didn't say much--until Hubby told a nurse that they were packing guns.