If you ever wondered what it would feel like to take a thousand needles and shove them into your leg at the same time, I can assure you it is not pleasant. That's what my leg feels like on a daily basis these days. Apparently when picking Sierra up to put her in the Jeep, one of my vertebrae decided it didn't want to stay where it was. So it decided to put pressure on that nerve that I never can spell that goes down into your leg. You know, that major nerve that once injured causes a lifetime of wonderful burning effects all the way up and down your bipedal limb. Ok, so it's not all that bad. I'm told that spinal decompression therapy is going to relieve much of my pain. I hope this is true, for everyone else's sake at least. Because everyone knows I'm a poor sick person. I hate not being able to walk around and do things. I'm severely resenting the notion that for even a few days I might have to rely on someone else to do things for me. Perhaps it is a lesson in humility. God knows I need it.
In other news, I finally decided to get off my arse and do some work. So for the next few months there's a possibility that I will be buried so deep in the archives and other such referential materials that I won't notice you even if you come at me with a sharp object. So if I neglect anyone, please forgive me. It is certainly not out of lack of desire to speak to you. Oh yes, and my monitor died last week. So I'll be on the laptop for a while, which means if I disappear it's because I lost my power supply. That is all.
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