Bad Curve

I wondered what to call this entry. I thought of "Curves," but then a reader would think it's some misogynist screed about the proper role of women. No, it's only about one curve, the congenital one in my spine that can't be corrected at my late stage in life, but at which it causes the most trouble. I stretched on Thursday morning right as I got up, and nearly fainted. Then after I sat typing for another hour, I got up and felt severe pain in my lower back. This pain impaired my work until today. I might have been tempted by opiates, because the naproxen and acetamen weren't helping, or they only dialed it down from "lay down and scream" to "lay down and moan in a bad way." Not the right way to get laid.

I couldn't sit, and the pain was a constant detraction from any work. Also, I couldn't sleep from all that getting laid. Finally, I was able to sleep last night. And I did for about ten hours. Today, I'm left with only a shadow of the previous three days of pain (has it been that long)? I'm ready to start work again for full days. That is while I try to clean my apartment which needed some chores before that became impossible.

In other news: after waiting for two years, I finally got into Cognitive Behavioral Therapy. I have high hopes for this. It should take away a lot of the barriers I've made for myself before I knew what I was doing. I might have used this long ago and had a better life, but better now than never.