This could serve to show off my first and only pedicure but it is mainly to show the position I have been in since Thursday.
I was gardening in the square foot plot, felt that back twinge, went and put some very late getting in Watermelon seeds and thought to myself that it was a bit worse than I first thought.
Husband stayed out and I came in and, oh so loyal to my blog, did some blogging. Then, the inevitable struck. I had to go to the bathroom and my back did not want to move without undo whimpering. It was like Rocky Horror Picture Show: One step to the left, one move to the right, do not arch the back, use your arms to push. Sh**T.
One day after the insurance company “officially” said, “It was all a mistake.” One day after they agreed to and did take three months of my premiums out, I was on my way to the ER.
I have a pinched nerve, in my back, and I got a really good shot and some pretty good pills. I sleep a lot, and I hurt a wee bit less than I did but I am using a walker and moving very slowly.
Since nothing ever seems to go smoothly in this house, I will add that when I got home with my $4.00 prescription for painkillers and EMT comes in for work and asks after me, and what am I taking, and kids at school pay a lot for those, and I say, totally joking, that I just better count them then. Right after that, I found out that the pharmacist has given me 19 of my 30 prescribed pills. I mean, these suckers are big enough that I could tell just looking into the bottle that I was shorted.
No one else had gotten near them. I had them next to me the whole time and both boys were gone to work and came home and were not alone with the pills. Husband is only a druggy if it involves something that allows his lungs to work better. And, we even have a few of these left over, each of us, from previous injuries and surgery. But, I answered the pharmacists “could it be” interrogation very calmly. Of course, I was on a very strong pain shot, so I doubt I could have gotten agitated, even if I wanted to.
I had to go out, with my walker and pain the next day to get the other eleven pills. The pharmacist who filled it would barely look at me. I am going to write the main office, just as soon as I can be online for more than four minutes without being cut off.
Yes, folks, the ground in Indiana is soaked again.
I agree Xup, I hate paying for Satellite. I probably will not be able to answer as I have been cut off four times for this. I think I shall go live in a cave and quit paying for everything. Except it’s hard to garden with a walker.
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