I fought the pain, but the pain won
(with apologies to Metric)
Right now I probably have more in common with the lads to the left, the talented and wasted Monsieurs Doherty, McGowan, and Gillespie, than I do with Emily Haines anyway.
I called in sick today for the first time in four and half years. My bravado has come back to bite me in the ass big time. When I pulled my back a week ago I was bragging that I would be doing back flips by the end of the week, but alas I appeared to have fuckered something up instead. Instead of continuing to improve, I took a turn for the worse and when I couldn't eat enough handfuls of Advil, I decided it was time to get some help. Instead I got some serious drugs - muscle relaxants and anti-inflammatories - and an x-ray.
It seriously sucks! I don't know how I'm going to go Folk Festivaling for 4 days next weekend if I can't sit, stand or lie down. I'll tell you right now, I'd rather gouge my eyes out with a spoon than attempt to sit on a tarp on the ground for several hours.
But maybe if I remain stoned to the eyeballs like I am right now for the next week, it will be doable. Should be an interesting week at work too hahaha!
The library is right next to the Radiology joint, so I stopped in, as I figured I would have plenty of time for book reading over the next while. Hey, the doctor said NO HOUSEWORK! (not that I ever do any anyway...)
I couldn't find the Burroughs and Gibson books that Will had recommended, nor the Nancy Cartwright autobiography/behind the scenes at the Simpsons book which John made sound so appealing, but I did find the new Chuck Palahniuk book Haunted. Oh yeah, now that's what I'm talking about!
Plus I borrowed M.I.A.'s cd, Arular. It grooves.
Did you know that Neil is back in the blogosphere?
He's too modest to tell you himself, so go say hi.