11/3/09

Fut

11/3/09 12:01
madrobins: It's a meatloaf.  Dressed up like a bunny.  (Default)
This is beyond stupid.

Saw the chiropractor this morning. I am instructed to ice my back, rest, and find "positions of comfort." Coming back from the chiropractor it took me damned near five minutes to negotiate the stairs from the garage to the living room--part of that on my hands and knees, with Emily licking my face delightedly. The fearful thing is that if my back spasms while I'm standing, there's a possibility of my fainting, which would likely not help the situation. So I'm not going to the movies this afternoon with [livejournal.com profile] klages, who has been mostly housebound for nearly two weeks with sprained knees. I am not going to be able to see Avocado's performance in "Midsummer Night's Dream" tomorrow morning, nor sell cookies in the afternoon, nor hold cookie cupboard hours in the evening. Maybe, if I'm really really good, I'll be able to sit in a chair on Sunday while Avocado sells cookies.

Fut, fut, fut.