I’d like to return this week for a refund, please.
I’m now in Week Three of the Great Big Lower Back Kablooie. On Monday, I had to go to the ER, and on Wednesday, I got to take a spin in the MRI machine over at Dartmouth. Today I went in for a follow-up visit with the family doc, and it turns out I have not just one, but two disks bulging and intruding into areas usually taken up by nerve clusters.
It’s gradually getting better, and I’m doing OK most of the time thanks to some truly awesome prescription meds. I am, however, missing this weekend’s Readercon down in Burlington, which is a major bummer. I’ve been looking forward to Readercon for months, and having to sit it out at home while so many of my writer pals and acquaintances are having a geekfest down there really doesn’t much to lift my mood. To top it all off, I’m not allowed to drink because of the industrial-strength pain meds in my system, so I can’t even drown my sorrow. Stupid, treacherous body, I tell you.
Oh, well. There’s always Boskone next year, and Worldcon down in Reno. Also, one of my VP pals is going to come up to Castle Frostbite for a visit next week, and she can fill me in on all the juicy gossip from the Skiffy front. Until then, I’ll be burning through my Netflix queue and books-to-read stack while waiting for this spine to reset itself to normal operational parameters.