Jesus, this is a bad few days of nerve pain in one spot. Today's worse and I'm aggravated. Nerves between L-3 to L-4, and L4-L5. My original point of injury over 45 years ago.
I have all the Rxs I'm allotted today on board and they're doing a whole lot of nothing.
The TENS unit is on high, ice packs, a brace, and I'm grouchy as heck.
The dog keeps giving me her sad eyes look, wanting me to walk her around outside a few blocks or wrestle with her tugging on her toys, but not today.
I'd like to take a big nail, and hammer it right into the pinched nerve in retaliation, but that's plain crazy.
Eventually, some part in the area will shift a centimeter or so and the pressure will move to another lumbar spot. Seems like the flexeril sometimes loosens up a muscle, allowing a shift of position. A guy from New York City didn't have any business riding bulls for recreation at age 20 while stationed at Camp Pendleton. We humans; we do foolish things. Serves me right.
On another topic, I got into this old novel from the 1950s, written by Truman Capote: Breakfast at Tiffany's. The man's writing is stunningly great. His characters are so well-defined and lively; their conversations realistic; and I'm halfway through it on my second reading day.
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