Kiss My Back and Make the Pain Go Away

I couldn't go to work today, for good reasons. Saturday night, I was sitting in the TV room when I felt a jab in my back, as if something underneath the skin had been torn. It didn't feel particularly bad until 5 in the morning when I woke up and told Kevin that one of my kidneys had failed. Some invisible demon had broken one of my ribs, sharpened it like a pencil, and was plunging it into my left side. I took the last of my Nurofen and tried to go back to sleep.

Sunday was a pathetic comedy show starring me, where I couldn't stand up or roll out of bed without the help of Kevin or one of the Sissys. I kept taking Nurofen but the pain never really went away. I called the office this morning and left a message saying I would visit a doctor. But after a mid-morning bath, my back seems to have improved. Kevin is probably right: I pulled a muscle by sitting for a long time in an uncomfortable position.

I've been to the library today but couldn't decide on what book to borrow. I've hit Tesco Express and bought our dinner (I'm making a pasta sauce with bacon and mushrooms). I've got a quiche lorraine in the oven right now; it's calling me with its house-filling scent.

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Review of Friday's Button Down Disco

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