I'm Not Going to Write Anything Profound but I Am Going to Complain

Back when I was birthing The Child there were some contortions involved that I was oblivious to at the time but which, a few days later, when I was off pain meds, became all too apparent. A muscle in my back had been snarfled out of position or something and I couldn't stand upright. Some more good meds and a physical therapy session or two later everything was back to normal.

The trouble is, now that part of my back is easily prone to tweaking out over the merest of things. On Saturday I slipped on some ice and in my attempt not to land on my arse I messed it up again. To further complicate matters, on Sunday I slipped in an oil spill in a garage.

I am in some serious pain, right now people. There's nothing to be done for it but doing pain-inducing stretches, taking Tylenol and slathering muscle rub all over my back. And while the minty freshness of the oinment is delightful, it hurts to move and it's pissing me off! I grow weary of being wicky in the wacky woo and it's just a darned good thing that it's not Saturday and time for the Superfantastic All-Request All-80s Dance Party Countdown Hit Music Weekend Video Spectacular because I couldn't walk like an Egyptian if I wanted to.

Also, last night the knob for the dryer broke. It can still be operated with pliers but the replacement part was $30. $30 for a frakking 2.5 inch piece of plastic. The new one better be studded with diamond chips.

And while I'm on it, a few Christmases ago The Spouse surprised me with a lovely pair of ruby and diamond earrings. I wore them to the theatah on Friday night. Before bed, I put them on a shelf in the bathroom and now only one of them is there. The good news is that the other one has to be in the house somewhere but it hasn't turned up yet. Bummer.

Today is the feast of St. Nicholas. The Child puts her shoes by the fireplace so St. Nicholas can fill them with candy and a little gift. We also make a batch of speculatis...a yummy ginger cookie...and make St. Nicholas cookies. I didn't remember any of this until 9:15 last night. There was some candy in the house so that was covered but what to do about a gift? I ran over to The Neighbor's and we rifled through her (adult) daughter's room and The Neighb found 2 little red silk purses. Then she remembered she had some ginger cookie dough from Ikea in her freezer. The holiday was saved.

Sheesh.