It has been one week since I injured my back. Maggie insisted I change my story, since hurting one’s self while brushing teeth isn’t very exciting. To be fair, I’m quite surprised I wasn’t hurt during High Sierra, as hard as I was dancing during Anders Osborne…still, I can state with
out doubt that I was fine after the fest. Once the muscle swelling went down, I was able to isolate the pain and saw I had re-torn my intervertebral disc. I can still walk and “do things”, but the pain exhausts me, thus I end up sleeping a great deal. It sucks and it’s weird. Plus, my brain is fried. I’m too tired to “write well” – so here’s a sucky post.
I have got to say – this Match thing is wickedly different than last time. I am “in talks” with a musician whose last tour was with <insert one of the top rock bands in musical history> and a (hot)33 year old (!!!). Plus others. I DO NOT want to stay in this area once kids are done with school, but for fun? Why the hell not? When you’ve had your fishing pole in the same lake for 4 years with no bites, it’s time to switch lakes.
A rough night of sleep – a lot of crunchy pain (the only way I can describe it). This is gonna be tough because… I carried the full propane tank – 4 grocery bags (all at once) and I have to get heavy art supplies to Placerville today, then CP office tomorrow for work. Plus I must to buy a 30 lb bag of dog food before Friday. I love living alone, but sometimes it sucks. LordaMighty if I h
ave to have surgery….
Back to Match. If I read ONE MORE “Passionate about the outdoors” I will *literally* throw up in my mouth. I should edit intro to “and I am passionate about cleaning up all the garbage the other fuckers who are so passionate about the outdoors leave outside.” Meh. Prolly wouldn’t get as many likes or winks.
I am anxiously awaiting my next Hips adventure at Calpine. I am nervous about my back, but…music heals, plus many people have offered to help me. Thank god my bus is so comfy to sleep in.
Pictures: A drawing from a favorite artist; cloud angel-wings