Ahh...Fuck It

I was avoiding this post, if only to stop myself from another meandering fuckall full of bitching and complaining. I hurt my hip/lower back and I'm not sure how I hurt myself and then I rolled over in bed (by myself) and it hurt much worse. Enough to send to me both a chiropractor and urgent care. It hurts to sit. Standing is passable, lying down is fabulous when in a certain position and with the additional benefit of sleep. When I wake from a glorious night of sleep I feel fanfuckingtastic and then I get up and walk about and OUCH I hurt. Not a new story, but a new-to-me story. One with different pains and gloominess. I hate pain.

On a happy note, on May 12th Teddy Bear and I had "The Party", which is to say we had a reception of sorts without calling it a reception. Friends gathered and talked and drank and there was a cake minus the horror of wheat and all were satisfied at the end. Pictures might be posted if I stop drinking long enough to post them, as currently I am tired of hurting and am chock full of tasty wines and WOW I cannot fucking type whilst under the influence. I still have my handy vicodin prescription from the nice urgent care lady with the cool shoes but I prefer to save the vicodin for the time where I have to function. Makes perfect sense, right?

So, my life apart from my body is wonderful. Married life is sweet and satisfying, if not as penis-filled as I would like. One of many downfalls of the hurtingness is the terror of the penis which comes with the scary thrusting and such TMI. Teddy Bear and I are well in spirit if not in body. The Chicken is finishing out grade five and all is well on the friendship department. Chicken has been making friends at an astounding rate, somewhat paralleled by my consumption of alcohol. Ever try meeting a new friend's mom whilst celebrating your new marriage with lots of good friends and alcohol? Plus being SO convincing that said mom let her son spend the night in my care? Crazy, I tell you. So, Chicken is befriended by many and happily playing in the neighborhood every day after school while I sulk and wish I had a job or something to keep me occupied.

Okay, tired now. Buzz somewhat killed by the fiece typing and re-typing of post and I must go wander and try to understand why I am watching a repeat of House right now. Fuck!