Limping Along

The past few days have been just great. Friday afternoon The Dark Lord and I were at Best Buy where he plunked down a huge pile of cash for a new computer. While I have serious doubts about his ability to self-monitor his computer use, I was very proud of him for saving his money.

While we were in the store, however, I was struck by a vicious, intense pain rather as though unseen gremlins were stabbing me in the hip with huge swords. The pain was astounding and came out of nowhere. I managed to drive us home, crawl into the living room and collapse on the couch. By the time my doctor had called it was too late to see her given that it was late on a Friday afternoon. She prescribed bed rest, ice or heat (whichever felt better) and Valium and thinks it may be sciatica.

Friday night and Saturday were so much fun. This pain was like nothing I've ever felt, and I've pushed out two babies with no pain meds whatsoever. I was too dopey from the Valium to knit or read much, though I did see that the John Edwards story had finally hit the mainstream media. Talk about twisting the knife!

It struck me some time yesterday that sitting in a hot tub might be helpful so The Spouse hauled me over to a friend's house where a good long soak made a world of difference. I seem to be on the mend and can get around fairly well with my sporty new cane, the new must-have fashion accessory. And the Edwards for President bumper sticker has come off the car.