So...what's going on with me?

Well, I'm in hell. Yep.

Painful, electrical-shocky, cut off my arm, and rip out my spine hell. And I'm quite positive that "shocky" is not a word, but I don't care.

So, just about everyone knows the crap I go through with my spine, and if you don't...well then, you either don't pay attention to my random bitching from time to time, or you're new to the musings rantings blog.

Bwahahahahahahaha!!!!!

Quick background:

Genetics...SUCK!
Degenerative Disc Disease...few various, weird, sometimes scary accidents...a couple of herniated discs...random paralyzations of my arm from time to time...doctors sticking GINORMOUS needles into my spine and injecting it with steroids, because it's swollen....

Yeah. I could go into a LOT more detail, but well...I don't feel like it.

Besides, it's difficult to type with one hand.

Now you're all caught up.

Now, my spine has decided to stop cooperating at all. Apparently the abuse it has taken over the last couple of weeks of moving into a new office and getting it set up, has made it go on strike.

Anyone ever had to have their husband help get them undressed at night?

Get your mind out of the gutter...naughty, naughty. I can see where your brain went. It might have been fun for him, but not for me! HA!

Anyone ever need help getting dressed in the morning?? Hmm??

Raise your hand if you have...let me see them people. Ok, raise both hands if you needed help tying your shoes (or zipping up boots in my case)....HA! If you needed help you wouldn't be ABLE to raise both hands! HA!

I'm talking nonsense, I know. Ok...so maybe my brain has gone into some weird, defensive reaction.

Thank god I have a doctor's appointment on Friday.

Otherwise, by the weekend, I would be a quivering mass of jelly that you could poke with a stick.