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09:01 am
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I've Fallen In Love Again
Rather a long time between posts, but I thought this an opportune time to write.
Our dear Shelly died back in November and we were devastated. A more loving, gentle dog you could not meet and we have missed her so much. But last week Kate decided it was time to get a new friend, and I agreed. After scouring the surprisingly numerous rescue websites in our area, we identified 4 dogs that seemed suited to us. On enquiry, the first 3 were taken, and Kate was getting upset - were we not meant to get another dog?
But then number 4, Bella, was available, and she sounded just right for us, and us for her. We went to meet Bella's rescue Mum to be vetted and to be intrduced to Bella. She's a beuatiful, small, golden labrador cross with the most gorgeous eyes and soft silky hair. She went nuts when she met us, but quietened down after a few minutes and then she has this wonderful trusting nature ... and does she love a pat!
It was love at first sight, and we passed muster with Bella's rescue Mum, so we were allowed to adopt her.
I guess we had gotten very much used to Shelly as a mature dog with no 'bounce', so it's been a bit of a learning curve to have Bella jumping up on tables, trying to nick food from the work-bench when we aren't looking (or even when we are), 'paddling' in her water bowl and trying to bite my shoes (while I'm wearing them) in play. There has certainly been a degree of laying down rules and learning each other's ways.
She is supposed to be 3 years old, but she has a puppy's playfullness and curiosity - nose in every cupboard and door that's opened, and always ready for a walk, though her stamina is surprisingly short - she seems to get tired on walks after about 20 minutes, which is a bit of a nuisance as we want to take her on our longer ones to keep up our own fitness. I'm hoping to gradually extend her range.
So all in all K and I have fallen in love with our bouncy new friend and though there will be some work to get her to stop going psycho from time to time, I think we are all going to get along just fine.
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11:39 pm
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Well, Well, Well, Who'd HAve Thought It!
I've been silent for a very long time, but sometimes you've just got to put your head above the parapet to see if the world is still shooting at you.
You're Ulysses!
by James Joyce
Most people are convinced that you don't make any sense, but compared
to what else you could say, what you're saying now makes tons of sense. What people do
understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once
brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in
the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you
additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
When I saw from the post by my very good friend, that she was the very book of one of chaps I'm currently studying (Nozick - a man for whom small government is a BIG plus), I just couldn't resist doing the quizz myself ... and it seems I'm incomprehensible, crude and objectionable, but hey! we can't all be perfect.
Lots going on here, mostly of boring things (though I am having the most entertaining struggle with Vista and all of my old programs it won't run, and new versions of same that supposedly will run except don't and ... I don't have the time at the moment for this felgercarb, every time I think there isn't any more work they can pile on me, another wave breaks, but it keeps me off the streets.
Ciao for now dear friends.
Current Location: Still attached to the planet
Current Music: Yes - Yessongs [well it's not German!]
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07:08 pm
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And At The End ... When All Hope Of Hope Was Gone
It is official, I passed all of my subjects. Passed being the operative word with 2 passes (53% and 60%) and one Merit (68%) ... never have I felt so scared of opening a letter before, nor more delighted with the result. With all apologies to those who value coming top of the class, I was totally happy to not have to repeat these subjects and maybe even lose the will to carry on.
But carry on I will.
This was hard won, in circumstances I care not to repeat. It is strange how all the difficulty and madness just washes away to be forgotten; it seems to me only the result remains, and I have to consciously remind myself that this was the toughest gig, that all the world seemed to be collapsing around me at the time ... my problems now seem trivial and of no consequence. And I guess that is true in a sense, as I now have a ticket to proceed into those airy uplands to graze upon the summer grasses in pleasure (see me in 5 months time when the next round of exams fronts and we'll see just how pleasant those pastures have been) but for now all seems rosy [could it be the several glasses of wine I've drunk tonight to celebrate?].
I am blessed too that caitlin has seemingly come through the next operation well - I have been worried about her and it is a very good day to know that she is recovering well. And her heart is in good hands from an emotional perspective as well and I find pleasure in that - L must have been going through hell watching his beloved in such dire troubles but he is a steadfast rock on which she can rely.
And my dear friend Sherri, who it seems is recovering her heart through the loving hands of Sandi - that also gives me pleasure, whenever they come to mind, as frequently happens. She has suffered what seems to me to be the ultimate betrayal, enough to quell a weaker spirit. I will not bad-mouth her former master, but it is damn good to know she has not been destroyed by a very treason of the heart - such love should be so cavalierly disposed of. That good evolves from such despair is a triumph of the spirit and I've always known she has that in spades.
I think that is one of the things that draws towards these two wonderful people, their strength of spirit; their ability to endure despite the curved balls that fate pitches at them. They demonstrate a determination that I wish to emulate. It is fascinating to me that both are submissives and yet so indomitable and speaks to me that determination and strength of character has little to do with ones inclination to be dominant or submissive. It is good, very good to have such friends. I am proud that they call me their friend - and know in my heart that I do not truly deserve that title though I clutch it jealously to my chest.
Typical of me to be maudlin when I should be shouting from the rooftops, rambunctious and insufferably smug, but I cannot feel that way tonight (alcohol is a depressant after all!) - a friend of mine said I'm too humble, but from my perspective, I've got a lot to be humble about - the glass is always half empty [perhaps it's the music I listen too? Sylvan can do that to you (yes of course they're German and progressive rockers - what are you thinking asking questions like that?)]
And so I can now look at what I'm going to do for next semester - I have literally put such matters to one side, I truly did not expect to pass all three subjects, so I have the most pleasant task now of deciding the way forward, and it is so hugely more exciting a prospect without ever having to look at Admin Law ever [ever, ever] again.
Thank you friends for your support. You give me wings of a greater span than I deserve, so watch me fly.
Mr B
Current Location: This planet, hanging by a thread
Current Mood:  weird
Current Music: Sylvan - Posthumous Silence
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11:13 pm
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Through The Other Side
Well you know it's kind of strange ...
[oh no ... I can this one coming; can't you? I mean it's bleeding obvious isn't it, he's going to lay one of those pseudo heavy intellectual things on us ... and I've just about had enough of it]
{Oh yeah! Well who's using an ellipsis now hey?}
[Who asked you?]
{I don't need a formal invitation to tell you where to get off fat boy! (Blows a big raspberry)}
[You little tyke ... just wait 'til I get a hold of you ... oh yes, now I see, I do seem to have strayed into ellipsis land don't I ... well ... I'm sorry ... is that OK? (slinks off back into mind-world feeling sheepish)]
I finished exams at luch time yesterday and it felt wonderful, a huge release. But oh how so quickly that feeling fades and I'm left wondering what was it that I so desperately wanted to do instead of studying? This happens to me every time, I get through the barrier into those quiet waters on the other side (there's a nice mixed metaphor if I ever saw one).
[Point of order your honour, but can you see metaphors? or is that a sort of meta-mixed metaphor, if you see what I mean?] {Well son, I think you can see a metaphor if it's a graphic or visual one but certainly one wouldn't be able to 'see' an audio metaphor, unless of course one was a bat, in which case the point is most certainly arguable given their aural senses, although one would have to take a wide interpretation of 'see' to include a broader part of the electro-magnetic spectrum, but I'd be willing to consider that if counsel wanted to make the case - for example 'I heard it clear as a bell' might well qualify on that ground. Of course then, there is the potential to argue that synesthesia might allow one to see a sound, or for that matter hear a sight - yes I think you'd have a good case there my boy.}
Can you imagine what it's like living with that crap going on in your head all the time!
Back to the story ... so I watched some TV and a movie (the Manchurion Candidate which is a dashed fine movie for its time). And last night I went for a drive - to see if I could. This is the first time in 3 weeks I've driven a car and I needed to know if I could get to work today. The test went OK, I'll be driving for Williams this season ... oh I must have drifted off for a moment there.
So this morning I did drive into work - I waited until after peak hour so I didn't have to worry about using the clutch very often - which I would if I was in heavy traffic and creeping along (our cars are both manuals) - I don't often wish I had an automatic, but it would be handy right now. But I got to work OK and managed to put in a full day. I discussed my situation with my boss and he's very understanding and is comfortable with me working from home most of the time. This will be a great help, although inevitably there will be meetings that I will have to go into town for, but I'm hoping to get at least 3 days a week working from home until this whole back thing gets better.
The doctor doesn't think it will need surgery at this stage and expects it will sort itself out given time. I'm relieved that studies are now over at least for 8 weeks (and maybe for ever!) and hopefully I'll get some decent respite during that time. Though my work load at the moment is frightening ... but hey that's what it's there for.
So that feeling of wonderful relief is gone and just a memory, but it sure was nice tonight when I finally got home to watch TV and then a DVD of Yes with my beloved K.
Until next time, be nice to someone children,
ciao,
Mr Bugger
Current Location: Sydney
Current Mood:  pensive
Current Music: West Bruce & Laing -- good old rock the way it used to be
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06:44 pm
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Better Late Than Never ... I Think
Well girls and boys, I had actually meant to update yesterday, but it didn't happen [duh! we know that otherwise this would be dated yesterday Mr B - you really don't have to tell us the obvious, it's not as though we're as dumb as you are ...]
{I'd just like to interject at this point and mention that we aren't all as rude as he is - it's pretty crowded up here in Mr B's head, but most of rub along just fine, you know, a bit of give and take and all that eh what? ... but no, Mister smarty-pants has to mouth off like that and it lowers the tone for all of us and ... well ... I just don't think it's cricket is all I'm saying}
Errhmm ... as I was saying
{do you think he uses too many ellipses?}
[well I bloody well do, you can't a get a bleeding sentence in without a sodding ellipsis here and most likely more than one] {now listen here you, I've had enough, my question was framed in a decent, reasonable way and all you can do is start f'ing and blinding all over the place - I've a good mind to give you a smack on the kisser!}
* would you lot mind shutting up for god's sake we're trying to read a story here and all you two can do is carry on *
{oh sorry}
[why don't you just f*@# off you old fool]
* if you keep that up son, I'll report you to the committee, just you see if I don'r! Never heard such language - young whipper-snapper!!! *
I do wish they'd let me get on with this. Right well, I lost my internet connection last Sunday due to a decent storm in our area ... [there he goes again with his interminable bloody ellipses] and I found out just how unsettling it can be to be cut off from cyber-world, not to mention how dashed inconvenient it is, no internet banking, no checking up on legal cases, no checking up exam timetables (for the 50th time just to be sure) etc.
I got the connection back on Wednesday evening (last night) and I was going to post to say "hello world" but I was ultimately too busy and the world had gone out to a party so she didn't miss me anyway - apparently it was a good. I'm not sure if it was the cause of the Wall Street 'crash' (well mini-crash really) or perhaps it was to celebrate it, but apparently she had a good time anyway. And I do like the world to have a good time, it seems she has so few of them and that doesn't seem right to me - she's such a lovely girl with such a bright future to look forward to - once she's got these few little problems with her tenants sorted out anyway.
I've been working hard all week and today was crunch day - two 3-hour exams. The second one really taxed my stamina - I suspect that I'm less robust since my back problem started and the body would rather like to get a bit more rest than I've given it. I guess I've picked myself up from the floor where I was a week or two ago when the back thing hit me, but I've compromised myself for sure and lost too much study time. If I was to give an honest guess on how I went I'd say I expect to pass Succession and fail Administration - I just didn't seem to connect with the Admin questions (plus it was the second exam - damn I could swear the lights were fading in that last hour!!). And the stupid thing is, I don't think it's that I don't know the law in Admin, it's just I don't feel I can answer the questions the way I think the lecturer is wanting - anyway I refuse to fret over it. I feel a little proud of myself tonight - I gave it my best shot under difficult circumstances and I won't go around thinking 'if only I'd tried harder'. I didn't give up when I damn well felt like it and I'm happy about that now, though it didn't feel so good at the time. But I know I'm not going back for a third time on Admin - if I fail, then that's it, I'll accept that this was not meant to be; it would be pointless to try yet again when either I can't see the problem or the learned gentleman who purports to teach this subject and I just can't see eye to eye - but let that wait for the 6 weeks until results come floating through the ether. If it is meant to be, it will be, if not, I guess my wife gets a husband back again.
For the next 3 days I'm concentrating on the last subject - Tax Law (oh joy!) actually it's not that bad although there is a hell of a lot of detail to cram into my head. A Monday morning exam and then I'm 'free' - free to get back to my day job that is going to turn me inside-out over the next couple of weeks until I can get on top of it again, but that's just effort - isn't it funny how that can be almost pressure free in a performance sense, I know what to do and it takes a lot of mental concentration and hard work, but there is no element of 'pass/fail' like the exams and that makes all the difference.
Anyway it's now about 1am and I'm off to bed - I still can't take the valium as they put me to sleep for the whole of the next day as well as the night and I need to be able to study but this last week the pain has been pretty good and I can get by with normal ibuprofen and that doesn't affect my concentration - though my sleep still gets broken up a fair bit, but generally I'm doing alright.
I should mention that paragon of virtue, that angel that sleeps beside me each night, lights my candle and lifts me when I fall - I thank you K - your unswerving support through all of this has been the constant flame of hope through the dark night - I love you dear one.
Well that's it girls and boys, remember to be nice to someone,
ciao for now
Mr Bugger
Current Location: Just a bit to the left [I knew it - the bloody commie!]
Current Mood: proud
Current Music: Sylvan - yes of course they're German!
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02:12 am
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Learning Isn't Always Fun
Definitely been some ups and downs in the last 48 hours. And yes this is me here again in the early hours blogging when I should be sleeping.
[In the interest of product disclosure and true labelling, I suggest moving on to more interesting reading as this is going to be all about me and my back - again!]
Two nights ago, I was in agony, and I mean tear your face off type agony, I was beside myself with pain - something in my back went, a muscle went into spasm and I was fucked ... just didn't know what to do with myself. Poor K was just stood there looking on not knowing what to do and her heart hurting watching my writhe about on the floor.
But we eventually found relief in the bath - a hot bath, slowly, oh so slowly, brought the pain under control - the fact that I'd shovelled a handful of every pain-killer in the house into my gob didn't hurt either. I spent Thursday evening in the bath with my dear loving wife sitting beside me just watching, trying not to burst into tears and hoping that it would work because nothing else had [if you'd seen me crawl upstairs on my hands and knees I guarantee you'd not have remained unmoved - it was the most extraordinarily painful journey, and no I couldn't stand up with her support, I just wasn't supportable]
... and wonder of wonders ... by the time I got out, I wasn't hurting at all! and to make it even better, I could straighten my left leg [finally!!!].
So I went to bed - yes my real bed, for the first time in probably 10 days (propped up by a mountain of pillows) and had a full night's sleep, without pain! Yea.
So of course I announced myself pretty well cured this morning didn't I. Well you would wouldn't you? A dramatic turn-around like that. Obviously something just needed to get into the right place and the rest would follow.
Anyway, today I went off to have a CT scan that had been arranged earlier this week (of course you get these things done when you're better don't you) and later on it was back to the doctor (maybe I should get some decent pain-killers off her this time just in case) - so this pretty much wasted the day. All this time, I was feeling pretty much a fake seeing as I could walk, unaided - a bit of limp but hey, I'm cured right - it only gets better from here on.
Ahhh, no. Apparently not. :( Doctor says the scan shows up a slipped disc [I think 'acute prolapsed disc L4/L5 with nerve root involvement' is how it is officially ... so there you are, not cured ... but I was feeling good, no pain, well maybe just a small bit, but nothing worth mentioning.
Fast forward to tonight, well I'm up here writing this blog at 2.30am when most good boys (and a fair number of naughty ones too) would be catching up on horizontal time. So I guess I'm hurting again - not agony, not by a very long shot, but the valium I took was supposed to stop this happening, and I'm a bit depressed because, well, I'm not cured and the pain is back.
Guess I'll see if a hot bath before bedtime is the way to go. Perhaps that's all the magic I need.
Exams (1 and 2) on Thursday and underprepared is not the word. No. Very, totally, completely, overwhelmingly, fucking underprepared would be a better metaphor - though the purist would demur that that is in fact 6 words - fuck the purists and I hope they enjoy it (well I do rather enjoy it and I'm sure I'm not the only one). Isn't it strange that we say 'fuck you' as though it was a curse when for most people (well unless they are really warped) it is a most pleasurable activity - but we don't wish this on people when we wish them well - 'well thanks Bob for your help hope you get a good fuck' just doesn't seem to quite seem right does it?
Enough whining for now. No, I'm adamant here, you've been subjected to enough whining for one night, if I give you any more you'll get hooked and want to start whining yourself. No you go off and be nice to someone - I insist girls and boys, you'll thank me for it some day.
ciao,
Mr Bugger
Current Location: This side of hell, but which side I'm not sure.
Current Mood:  sore
Current Music: James Blunt - Back To Bedlam
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04:18 am
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Bugger's Boring Blog
Well here I am again. It's 3.25am and I've arisen because I hurt too much to sleep. Damn!
This is not the sort of thing one should be blogging about. No, not the right stuff at all ...
[We agree, if he mentions exams or study or his back one more time we're going to petition LJ to cancel his account!!!]
OK, OK. So what should the Crippled Gnome be writing about eh? Now let me see ???
Perhaps I could write about my erotic exploits as a dom ... with subs to the left of me, subs to the right, [excuse me is this a war story? perhaps with a naval theme?] well I guess it might as well be, because it would most certainly be fiction whatever it was.
Perhaps I could provide insightful commentary on world affairs - an intrepid investigator and analyst ... except I only know that I am completely perplexed at the crap that goes for world affairs - how can humanity be so uncompromisingly inhumane at every turn. No, I don't think anyone would want to hear my views on Iraq or the Isreali - Palastinean situation [I remember many years ago reading a series of Doonsbury cartoons where the government stopped calling the oil crisis a crisis because it had gone on so long it became the status quo, and was thus able to claim it had solved the crisis - can't defeat logic like that!] so I officially declare the 'middle east crisis' solved! [I reckon that must be worth a Nobel Peace Prize at least.]
Speaking of which, surely Mr Bush must be a strong candidate for the next one given his contribution to world peace. I'm daily amazed at how stupid we all are to accept this 'war on terror' crap day after day after day. These guys have taken us for the biggest fools and we've all just allowed them to get away with it. There have been 'terrorists' around since time began - well at least since one group of people got powerful enough so as to force others into guerilla or other 'small force' tactics. Of course such people will resort to 'terror' to try to win, to magnify the effect of a few against the many. Like everyone else, I was and remain appalled at the 11 Sept World Trade Centre attack and the horrible loss of innocent lives. But how many innocent lives are being lost in Iraq? Many many times that number. A whole country destablised with seemingly total descent into anarchy.
Whatever 'solution' we get out of that one, it surely will not be a happy one. Not that I in any way support what Hussein did, a ruthless dictator and ego-maniac to be sure, but is the remedy any better than the disease in this instance? I guess we now have 3 very good examples in my life-time of what not to do - Vietnam, Afganistan(1), Iraq. Maybe no. 4 is on the way with Afganistan(2) - can you really believe things are so bad that the people want the Taliban back!!!!
So as you can see, there is not much point me writing about world affairs, with my pinko lefty soft-hearted mamby-pamby liberalist views - my solution would be to blow it up and start again. Whoops, I've probably triggered somebody's listening post there - the CIA (or the Australian equivalent ASIO) will be tapping on my door ... with their size 10 boots, to invite me to have a chat - perhaps I'll get to join David Hicks at Guantanamo Bay. Can you believe it? America, the world's bastion of democracy and the rule of law etc having this little enclave offshore where they can hold a guy for 5 years without trial! Oh, but of course I was forgetting, it doesn't matter because the US law doesn't operate there does it - silly me.
Hmmm think I'd better just go back to keeping my opinions to myself. Ohhh my back, my leg! Exams only a week away ohhh no!!
Remember girls and boys, be nice to someone today,
ciao for now,
Mr Bugger
Current Location: Still hanging on to the side of the cliff
Current Mood:  bitchy
Current Music: Yes - Keystudio
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02:21 am
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It Will Be Interesting ... To Me At Least
So here I am, 2am and up again having gone to 'bed' at midnight. I awoke to my leg throbbing and I've come to realise there is no point in trying to get back to sleep while it is in that attitude. So I got up, took some pills and here I am tapping away at the computer.
I say 'bed' because for the last week I've not been able to sleep in my real bed at all ... but I've had some success sleeping on the couch in our 'games room'. Now don't get excited when I mention a games room, because girls and boys, it's not THAT sort of 'games room' ... though if circumstances were different, I don't mind admitting it would be ideal for that purpose. But yes, for some reason, that couch, and that couch alone sems to work at least some of the time - for which I've been very glad.
I suspect that my leg is flaring (it's all from the back issues of course) because my Osteopath went to work on me rather more aggressingvely yesterday. This was because I'm actually improving - at least I was until I came home from the Ostepath yesterday! I have a suspicion that it is one of those things where you you have to hurt a bit to gain a bit so I'm not blaming him, but at the moment, I'm throbbing rather than sleeping.
It's only 8 days until exams and it's fair to say I'm fairly low on the confidence level right now. I'm doing what study I can, but it has been difficult to concentrate for long stretches, plus the intrusion of work doesn't help - why work and study just had to both come to a crescendo at the same time, and then I get this THING that all but disables me???? I'd cry "not fair" but who's listening. So the answer seems to me to be "get on with it!" in true Monty Python crowd style [that might be a bit of a cryptic reference there for some folks - if I have to explain it, it wasn't worth explaining] so I'll make a virtue of this impromptu awakening and get stuck into some study ... until the meds kick in and (hopefully) make me drowsy and pain free enough to try for more sleep.
And as for the title of this piece of art? Well I'm wondering whether I'll pass anything this time around and if I fail any of these subjects, will I have the strength of character, the motivation to keep on going? If so why? To what end? At the end of it all, I've taken on this monster challenge without any clear goal of using it in a new career, in fact it is most unlikely given my current circumstances that I could swap into a legal career, so why do I inflict this torture on myself?
Boys and girls it is a mystery to me, but I seem to be hell bent on at least trying my best this time around. So I'll say ... be good to someone today and enjoy yourselves,
ciao from
Mr Bugger
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11:31 pm
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Not So Very Good
Oh dear ...
oh dear, oh dear ...
[what's up?] well ... you see ... my back hurts
[and? everybody's back hurts what's so special about you superman?] well I guess you could say I'm buggered
[but that's your name isn't it?] sure thing but I never realised it felt like this
[you are determined to have a really big whinge here aren't you] sure am, I've earnt it.
[nothing I can say that'll stop you?] nope
[heaves a big sigh ... OK get on with it then] Thanks ...
I've been having some back problems recently and I thought they were on the mend after seeing the osteopath last Thursday, but in reality, they have been getting steadily worse. I woke (well probably never really got to sleep actually) in the early hours of this morning, hurting. And I couldn't find a comfortable position no matter how much I twisted and turned - it was strange, different bits would hurt depending on how I lay ... and it just kept going. Heat packs and pills didn't really help.
I was supposed to drive a few hundred kilometres today for work, and I got up thinking that I'd be OK once I'd had a shower and warmed up the muscles etc. - I ended up on the floor of the shower! To cut a long story [mercifully] short, I could bearly walk. So I stayed home today.
Strangely the most comfortable position is sitting (both lieing down and standing are very painful!) so I was able to put in a reasonable day's work from home - in one way that's a blessing in disguise because I've got a huge amount to get through in the next couple of weeks and today was intended to be an 'out and about' one so if it had gone to plan I wouldn't have achieved anything.
A long, long visit to the osteopath this afternoon - and it seems this trouble has been unmasked by the fixing of the previous one; one of those situations where this issue was coming anyway and I didn't notice it because the other problem was masking it. The end result is that it will probably take a week to start feeling appreciably better (I'm sure hoping it's quicker than that) - it's a muscle in the upper part of the buttock that has the main nerves for my left leg running through it that is in spasm - and apparently doesn't wish to let up any time soon!
So I can hardly walk [you already said that!] I was even resorting to crawling around the house on my hands and knees as it's less painful - the dog was sure intrigued at that! She didn't know what to make of it, though she senses that things aren't good - dear friend that she is. My wonderful K is beside herself because she doesn't know how to make me feel better and for some strange reason she feels guilty about it! She hates it when I'm sick and even more when I'm in pain.
So I've sort of got limited options over the next few days. Tomorrow and Thursday I can easily work from home agian but Friday I'm supposed to be driving around again - not sure if I'll be making that date at this stage.
I've not done the problems I was supposed to do for college for the final lecture tomorrow night, but I suspect I won't be going anyway so I'm less concerned about that. It will be the final lecture and it is usually good to go to them as the lecturer runs through a lot of the types of problems that generally turn up in exams, but I've got previous exam papaers so all is not lost. But needless to say, I'm in a bit of a dither and my exam preparations are being rather disturbed - I don't need this right now, but then again, nobody needs this sort of thing anytime!
Well be nice to someone won't you girls and boys,
ciao for now,
a buggered MrBugger!
Current Location: In the bosom of my family
Current Mood: sore
Current Music: Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel
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12:23 am
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So That's What They Do!
I didn't post yesterday - so I can't claim 3 out of 3 - but 3 out of 4 isn't a bad effort given the base I'm off ... of course I don't guarantee quality [note to self - work on quality]
{what's quality? do you think he can manage quality? I don't think he can - you really should see what's in his head here; if you could, you wouldn't ask about quality, no siree! you'd ask questions like "Are you supposed to get dry rot up here?" or "Are those squiggley things supposed to be so squiggley?" or "I wonder how long that bit's been broken - do you think it's important?" at least they are the sort of questions I'd expect you to ask if you were wondering around a brain that is cleary in a state of disrepair - definitely a "handyman's dream" as they say in the real estate ads ...}
Back to the story ... I woke up yesterday morning and I was stiffer than I've been [I'm discussing my back here just in case you thought I'd awoken with some very naughty thoughts on my mind ... well I did, but that's not the point], shooting pains down the backs of my thigh and tingling in my feet ... Ugh! Of course I ignored it. Well you do, don't you? [Perhaps that should be one does, doesn't one? If I was doing my posh English thing that's most definitely what I'd do, and damn jolly proper it would be too!]
Ignored it all morning too! None of that silly mamby-pamby cosseting rubbish, not for this boy.
But by lunchtime ... hmmm - I'm sure it's not really meant to feel like that is it ... so I finally bit the bullet and [pause for dramatic effect] {fails miserably to stimulate audience - no don't you start on about audiences again, we've done that one to death!} I decided that tingly feeling in extremities and shooting pains were definitely not good signs. In fact I even concluded that this damn back of mine is NOT getting any better, but is actually getting worse.
You know I've sometimes been called perceptive [... that's usually by people who aren't very perceptive at all of course, but I take what I can get] but I think this might have been a bit of a revelation.
So ... yep, I sure did ... I went to see the osteopath. [I told my dear loving K and she was obviously very pleased - clearly she'd been holding her peace but secretly wishing I'd DO SOMETHNIG ABOUT IT FOR GOODNESS SAKE!!!]
I've never been to an osteopath before, so this was a real opportunity to experience something new. A colleague at work (who had a one time broken his back so he had some real knowledge in this field) carefully explained the difference between an osteopath and a chiropractor - and definitely recommended the former over the latter.
So I went along - lovely young chap - an hour long massage, a bit of manipulation, some well considered opinion ... the whole thing a pleasure I must say. I left there feeling definitely less stiff and sore.
Of course that was inexperience talking ... by evening I was starting to seize up again, although the tingling was deinitely in retreat [decided I most absolutely definetly do no want to be a paraplegic] which was a good thing.
I awoke this morning - stiff as a sail-board! Getting out of bed was definitely a challenge and worse, my shoulders were also sore! [He'd done a bit of work on my upper spine too.] So much for feeling better!!!
The long and the short of it is that I was able to work a reasonable amount of the stiffness out, but the shooting pains in my thighs are still in evidence. The good news is that the tingling sensations have [mostly] gone and remained gone for the day, though I can sort of feel them in the periphery - they are 'almost there' but not (if you know what I mean).
I took a decision today (my goodness 2 in 2 days - what is happening here!) I told my son-in-law that I would not now go skydiving with him. I had told him I'd go (we were going to make a day of it, sky-diving and then go-karting - what a buzz!!) once I'd finished these exams. There was a bit of a caveat in that I have to get my doctor's clearance because of some previous 'tingling' issues in my hands (she said it was probably calcification on the upper spine) and she said I wasn't allowed to do 'extreme' sports [well what she would call extreme anyway] but I was happy to over-ride that {read here - not bother getting doctor's approval}. But with this back injury and this week's developments, I've come to the conclusion I'm not going to risk it. This is a shame as I really was looking forward to going sky-diving (and I just love go-karting!!!) Perhaps when everything is back to normal I might reconsider, but for now I'm a bit wary of hurting myself further.
Anyway that's all for today girls and boys, remember to be nice to somebody today
ciao
Mr Bugger
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