telling it like it is

forgotten day: March 31, 2009

i don’t remember this day. i should, it wasn’t that long ago. the day before was my grandma’s birthday and a chiropractic visit, so i think i wasn’t in any pain this day which was a first since october. that was very nice. i really should remember that.

oops, continuing with “forgotten”, here’s april 1st cup of coffee, which i should also remember:

moka brown saucered

sciatica attacika

i spent my weekend nursing my sciatica, diagnosed over the phone by my father-in-law and stepmom-in-law and i later discovered in wikiworld that it is actually a collection of symptoms, primarily pain, for which there is no good treatment. also, it could be from a chronic muscular contraction, which i’m sure i have*, and that this chronic muscular contraction reduces blood flow to the muscle, called ischemia, and that the muscle is actually dying in a pool of it’s own waste. isn’t it ironic. my right glutæus maximus is drowning in a pile of shit.

there really isn’t much you can do while lying on your back, whimpering in pain and desolation. the whimpering actually doesn’t last very long, generally giving way to outright screams of pain when i moved.

so back at work, obviously, despite continued pain and i’m sure further dying muscles. here’s today’s coffee. it was good.

*it could also be a tumor which, with my encyclopedic diagnostic skills, i have not ruled out. tumors, dying muscles, ischemia, piriformis syndrome and worse is precisely why i do not look up these things that go wrong with me. i will now spend the next 72 hours convinced i am dying. a full body scan would prove nothing. house misses stuff all the time and they do cat scans, mri’s and every catheterization imaginable. i will only be satisfied by exploratory surgery, but then i would risk post operative infection, inclusion of sponges, surgery equipment or other ghastly issues.

So glad i missed today’s cup

Because look what came in the ups!

COOKIES!!!

And it is so true today: I am tired and I do want a cookie.

Or two.

update: the actual cup of coffee, i am forced by my conscious to install it.

cup 173

wish you were here jean!

not the first time i have used this NEW cup for a first cup, but it has fallen into the downdate crowd. ran out of milk yesterday so today it’s americanos or nothing. doesn’t it look sunny and happy in there?

americano makes 165

i don’t have any cookies, but i will be consuming a few graham crackers. in absence of my friend, i need some form of sweetness.