Through a combination of moving some (not very heavy) boxes and painting the overhead piece of our dining room window seat, I have “made a really big mess” of my sciatic nerve. (That’s the doctor’s official diagnosis.) As a result I’ve been enjoying two days of couch time, complete with mind-numbing daytime television. (Note to MacGyver producers: you should have used better film stock; your stuff looks awful in reruns.)
Perhaps “enjoying” is not the proper term, given the bolts of pain currently zinging from spine to hip to knee and back.
Anyway, tonight I get to try the muscle relaxers prescribed by the amusing doctor, who made a nice change from my absentee nervous, shy doctor. If you don’t hear from me, it’s probably because I can’t type.