That is how I woke up this morning. Yesterday I had some checks on my back, since my backpain turned me into a psychotic bitch lately. I am used to backpain all my life, so I thought “ah well, some massages, and the acupunture that always helped, and we are done”.
Well… one hour later I left, happy to get my acupuncture next month, but knowing it is not done with that. The pain will come back, the backbone got some damage. Can I excuse it with age? Yes and no. A part of it is just paying my dues to extensive horseback riding, skiing and other things when I was young. But I am too young at the age of 49 to excuse everything with age. It is genetic. Thanks Dad!
It means it won’t go away. It means it will come back, it means injections into my backbone. It means explaining some other symptoms that annoy me daily. (sarcastic yay)
Now I am in the mood to destroy. Anything. An old vase I don’t need anymore for example. Note: I am looking for things I don’t need anymore :D oh, wait, there is an old, already damaged coffee cup!
But would that help me? Neither would it ease the pain, nor would it raise my mood. I would probably get even grumpier when I have to clean up the mess. So I’d rather take a hot bath. It was highly recommended by the doc anyway to help the muscles relax. Add some candles and some music and it will also ease my mood.
With that said – the cute but psycho bitch is off diving into some bubbles!