general ravings #423
My sciatica is giving me hell.
Last night my partner and I went to see "The Word's Fastest Indian" at the Mount Vic Flicks. Loved it. But by the end of the movie the sciatica pain was sending me up the wall. The problem was that we were there to see the following movie as well (Woody Allen's "Match Point"). I could not withstand another two and a quarter hours of mind-numbing agony but I did not want my partner to miss out on the movie, so I decided to "amuse" myself by going outside and walking around Mount Vic for two and a quarter hours. And believe me, that was more bearable than sitting down (or standing still).
Oh, did I tell you? I hate sciatica...
About the title of this post... Whenever you see an item in this blog titled "general ravings #nnn", you may feel free to comment on anything whatsoever, no matter how "off topic" your comment may be. Is that too authoritarian for you? Stiff titties. It's my blog.
Now... I welcome people's comments. I want people to comment. I want people to use the comments facility in this blog to discuss topics amongst themselves as well, even if I am too stupified by depression to blog or respond to comments at the time.
Thank you...
You may talk amongst yourselves now...
P.S. whilst I was wandering around Mt Vic last night, I saw a rabbit bolting down the street. On Good Friday? An Easter Bunny? Spooky...
Last night my partner and I went to see "The Word's Fastest Indian" at the Mount Vic Flicks. Loved it. But by the end of the movie the sciatica pain was sending me up the wall. The problem was that we were there to see the following movie as well (Woody Allen's "Match Point"). I could not withstand another two and a quarter hours of mind-numbing agony but I did not want my partner to miss out on the movie, so I decided to "amuse" myself by going outside and walking around Mount Vic for two and a quarter hours. And believe me, that was more bearable than sitting down (or standing still).
Oh, did I tell you? I hate sciatica...
About the title of this post... Whenever you see an item in this blog titled "general ravings #nnn", you may feel free to comment on anything whatsoever, no matter how "off topic" your comment may be. Is that too authoritarian for you? Stiff titties. It's my blog.
Now... I welcome people's comments. I want people to comment. I want people to use the comments facility in this blog to discuss topics amongst themselves as well, even if I am too stupified by depression to blog or respond to comments at the time.
Thank you...
You may talk amongst yourselves now...
P.S. whilst I was wandering around Mt Vic last night, I saw a rabbit bolting down the street. On Good Friday? An Easter Bunny? Spooky...
posted by The Editor at
6:22 AM
6 Comments:
My leg is still numb from the pinched sciatic nerve but at least I can now sit. What happened to 'Physician heal thyself' Master?
About the rabbit. Are you sure is wasn't a rodent scampering from the direction of Canberra?
Now big question...You've been in War and in Peace so how would Australian civilians go if somehow the Iraq situation was transported here and our peace was transported there?
Thought I'd take what's left of your mind off your pain. Did I do good, Your Gruffness?
'Stiff titties', I wish. I have reached the age of lost elasticity and I quite often wake up with one or the other tucked under an armpit.
Bugger! I just gave away an entire blog post. Sneaky Bear.
Ah, but did the bunny leave a sparkly little cosmic egg behind??
Davo, knowing the bear's luck the rabbit was probably rabid and bit him.
You're all bastards in the nicest meaning of that word.
"Physician heal thyself" ???? Were that relvant, I would not have been informed by our wonderful meedja that the suicide rate for male GP's is 2x the national average and that for female GP's it's FIVE times the national average. And it's already a well accepted fact that shrinks and psychs have very high suicide rates.
Clearly, on the subject of suicide, these physicians don't seem to be taking their own medicine. Or is Prozac actually useless?
Just curious, do you have a doctor or a vet, Your Bearness?
Hahaha, very funny, JahTeh. I see a doctor who treats vets... And occasionally we vets treat the doctor... But he's not very responsive to treatment... I don't know what they do to those people at universities...
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