This has been quite the week:
Saturday: my sister substitute spent an unholy amount of money to come up with her husband to join me for my 50th birthday bash. Birthday bash was an incredibly lovely and special evening with my lovely and special friends, and a touching violin performance by Carl, the world’s sweetest and youngest 81 year old you’ll ever meet. Also looking forward to my week off of work to rest and to enjoy my new found wisdom.
Sunday: I am struck with severe disabling sciatica. Pain is so bad I almost go to the emergency room, but instead got a doctor to prescribe painkillers over the phone.
Monday: I see my doctor who says I may suffer like this for another 2 weeks, but probably less.
Tuesday-Wednesday: despite the drugs, I am still in a lot of pain and pretty much immobile
Thursday: my elderly cat, Alaska, signals me that it may be time to go. I schedule a vet to come to my home at 6pm to do the deed. Spend most of the day in physical and emotional pain. At 5pm, Alaska says “psych!” Dr. Death’s visit is canceled . . for now.
Friday: my body is beginning to function better now, though Alaska is still giving conflicting signals. Narcotics are only for beddy-bye time.
I need to lay down again. I’ll write more when I’m more healed.
Thoughts and prayers for Alaska, however, are appreciated.