Pain in the ***

 I have been unable to write due to massive amounts of drugs.

 
I pulled a muscle in my back a month and a half ago. 3 weeks ago, I went to my doctor. He gave me a muscle relaxer. It did bubkiss.
 
Monday, I went back. He gave me Vicadin (Hydrocodone) and a more powerful muscle relaxer. Slightly less than bubkiss.
 
I called my doctor today. The advice: Go to the ER.
 
I went. New doctor said it’s probably a herniated disk. Fabulous.
Percocet (Oxycodone), muscle relaxer and steroids. Oh… and no standing, lifting, etc unless I’m hell bent on making it worse. When I get to Houston, I should get an MRI. Fabulous. Can’t wait. Until then… careful, careful.
 
Makes packing a bitch. Mom is coming to the rescue Friday night. I know she can work magic, but I HATE that she’s going to have to help me with this. I wish she were only coming for moral support (and to drive the Jeep). I wish the week was going to be full of mountain drives and pedicures and not thinking. Instead… lots of ass time and lots of thinking.
 
 
 Thankfully, drugs help to numb the fact that my husband will be leaving for Atlanta tomorrow… and for Afghanistan a week later. He probably won’t be home until next March.
 
 
 
Somewhere, in the clouds or in the stars, or in Pittsburg, God is pointing at me and giggling His little ass off.
 
Emotional pain – Grant leaving, whole plan for life changed
 
Physical pain – pulled muscle or herniated disk, depending on who you ask
 
Psychological pain – physiologist pulling same shit as before father-in-law’s funeral (he won’t give me drugs until he sees me, but canceled our appointment… luckily I have extra)
 
Spiritual pain – I’m the ant… He has a magnifying glass. Not cool.
 
 
Am I missing any pains, or has God/Fate/chance covered all the bases??
 
In the mean time, since I’m stuck on my ass, I played with Photoshop. I won’t pretend these are good, but they took time. (I also painted my nails… can’t do my toes… stupid back.) Anyway… here is what I’ve been doing… for 4 hours instead of 30 minutes…

*le sigh*
 
Not the best… but at least I updated. And I’ve stayed awake – through sheer will power.
 
I can’t wait for Mom to get here. It sucks that it means Grant will be gone, but I’ve missed her so freaking much. I know it’s natural to want your mom when you’re sick, but it’s so much more than that… she’s been my mountain every time I’ve needed a rock.
 
 
Ok… TV and husband now.
 
Ciao.