or at least damaged for a while. Saturday morning, after a shower, suddenly struck with so much pain that I couldn't stand, walk, sit or even sneeze without tears squeezed out of my clenched eyes. Neighbors gave me a bottle of hydrocodone (vicoden), and thus I've been bedridden all day, crawling to the bathroom when absolutely necessary.
Luckily, in this modern era, I can amuse myself with a WiFi connected laptop that conveniently also plays DVDs, or instead listen to my iPod and continue reading the fascinating book, 
the Ornament of the World.
Missed my neighbor's New Years party, though D did bring me a bowl of chile.
It's been a weird week anyway; went to a funeral Tuesday (57 year old woman - good friend of D, diagnosed with cancer a year or so ago. The woman told her husband she wanted to travel - managed to make it to Italy and Ireland before taking a turn for the worse a month or so ago.) On the way to the funeral, we came inches away from getting in a car accident on the highway; at speeds over 70 miles an hour, in medium traffic, death is a probability. Life is too fragile to wallow in the nuance between almost and nearly. My back injury shouldn't last that long anyway. My main concern is that I'm almost out of painkillers.
