I’m one of those idiots who shies away from taking pain killers on account of that they’re harmful to my body (the idiot part being that I’ll quite happily quaff a whole bottle of wine, drag on a spliff or stick a line of blow up my nose at a party… not that I go to those sort of parties anymore, but I digress…) Anyway, so I’ve had a sore leg for a few weeks but I thought I’d ignore it & see if the pain would go away by itself. The flight to Perth and back was a little uncomfortable, then yesterday at work my boss had me pulling news clippings out of files all day, a task I unwisely decided to perform sitting on the couch rather than at my desk. Long (and very boring) story short… suddenly I’m all OUCH. I can barely move, everything hurts and the Illawarra Family Medical Centre says I can’t have a doctor’s appointment till 2.30pm the next day. But it’s OK – Rob manages to score me an appointment after work. I hobble in there and learn its nothing serious. Just common garden variety sciatic nerve inflammation. All I need is ibuprofin, a few exercises and no gym for a couple of days. But, you know, ‘sciatic’ is one of those old people words. As if it wasn’t bad enough that I spotted a few serious wrinkles on my own face while GJ was driving us to Swancon one morning (the lighting in my own bathroom is very dim — I still look 35 in there).
I get loads of exercise. I eat healthy food. I have wrangled my alcohol consumption down to the level recommended by the Alcohol and Other Drugs Council of Australia. I just say no to those sort of parties. But none of this is going to be enough, is it? I’m still gonna fall apart, piece by piece, bit by bit.
Where the fuck is that robot body I was promised in my youth? Those enthusiastic science reporters and sci fi authors of decades past have a lot to answer for…
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I don’t care what you want, you’re not becoming a cyberman! I swear, they’re like zombies but made of metal. Since I’m shit scared of zombies anyway…. *shudders*.
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yeah, I’ve seen that T before. You’re one of those young whippersnappers, Nyssa. When you’re old with creaky knees like me, you’ll be begging for someone to make you a cyberman!!!
Hehehehe
James has that T actually π
And it depends what type of shoes I wear as to whether my knees (and ankles and legs in general) creak.
And I’d want to have my mind put into a cat! I like the idea of lazing around all day… π
so long as you don’t inhabit one of my cat’s minds… they’re all EVIL!
Oh puh-lease! You think you have the monopoly on evil cats? Well…mine is so evil, she understands psychology and has learnt exactly what methods to use on me or James to attract our attention that will only work on one of us. James goes for the big sooky eyes, I can’t stand her playing with plastic (and for some reason, there’s always plastic!)
I woke up screaming this morning. Pazuzu decided to attack me in my sleep. My arm is scratched to pieces!
That just shows he loves you π
he is the SPAWN OF SATAN!
Hrm funny…I thought the spawns of satan were my step sisters π
Satan did a lot of spawning.
He’s such a lad.
Don’t underestimate the crap of a bung sciatic nerve. I have been known to fall down with sciatic pain.
la la la la la… fingers in ears… not listening…
Poor Cat – hope it gets better fast.
“King Solomon and King David
led merry merry lives,
with many, many lady friends
and many, many wives.
But when old age crept over them
with many, many qualms,
King Solomon wrote the Proverbs
and King David wrote the Psalms.
– James Ball Naylor.
See, there are compensatations.
In other news, my library’s flooded again.
Re: Poor Cat – hope it gets better fast.
Ha! Cute! The poem, not the flooded library
Re: Poor Cat – hope it gets better fast.
I memorised it for occassions like this (old age, not the flooded library). I don’t have a good quote for the flooding bit, but I’m starting to think about building an Ark.
Re: Poor Cat – hope it gets better fast.
couldn’t hurt
No matter how hard and fast you run, you can’t outrun the passing of time.
Fuck – I got told we were the old bid at Swancon – WTF? How did *that* happen to me?
heh. The other bid was full of 12 year olds. That’s how.
Yeah. Still. I didn’t like it.
you were also way seriously organised and prepared. That sort of behaviour always comes across as mature.
“experienced” is apparently the word for “old”
Heh
funny that
well I guess that’s better than “cheap” or “tawdry”
or homely
yeah … I NEVER wanna be called homely.
You forgot “conservative” ;p
I know – cause it still makes my skin crawl *grins*
You named your cat Pazuzu and wonder why it attacks you in your sleep?
yeah, it did occur to me that we might have had a bit less trouble if we’d called him Fluffy or Mittens
She named a cat Roswell, and he was abducted by aliens.
I’m one of those people who takes pain killers when the pain starts — and you know, painkillers are more effective the earlier you take them?
But yeah, I could do with my robot body now. I cut out the sugary crap and such, but it seems I’m still diabetic, and I found at last week that the reason I need new glasses is diabetic eye damage. And that is just one of the symptoms I’m willing to admit to in public. Fuck. I’m feeling pretty old and crap myself.
I did, however, get snogged at swancon by someone who said they couldn’t believe I was that young. So there may be a few years of partying in us yet.
Bummer about the diabetes, That’s not good news at all.
Yeah, I am a bit down about it, as you can imagine. Time to admit I can’t just cut down on the crap and load myself up with medication and hope to avoid major change. In particular, time to face up to getting serious about a regular exercise program.
My eyes are, I am definitely noticing, quite a lot worse than they were a year ago. Scary.
good luck with the lifestyle changes. it ain’t easy, that’s for sure. But you’ll be amazed at how much better you’ll feel when you stick to a regular exercise program.