Just When I Was Having A Bit Of Fun...

Thanks to those of you who have stayed around to wonder where I've been the last month. My apologies for the unintended hiatus. I wish I could relate some spur-of-the-moment adventure in an exotic locale but the truth is purely mundane, I'm afraid.

Remember when I promised you would be reading a few tidbits about films, an essay or two and perhaps some poetry??? I did not lie. I had several things selected, but life often interrupts best laid plans...

I was watching an off-beat spawn of Showtime and laughing when I felt the first frightening twinges of spasm in my left low back. Quickly becoming tighter than a fist, the pain eventually spread over my entire left side and into my hip and butt, and I knew it was back to the physical and massage therapists for me.

This problem dates from a motor vehicle accident almost six years ago, but it re-surfaces now and again, and is generally held at bay with a series of stretches and exercises I do daily with almost religious fervor.

Though I was able to book the massage therapist for a Saturday appointment, I would have to wait until Monday for a PT slot...So began a regime of heat, stretches, and ice. The first of what was to be four massages was a Godsend. I could actually sit without wanting to scream afterward...

I will probably conclude PT this week. The upshot is that Godot in his original condition did not provide sufficient back support, and sitting without that aggrevates the original problem. Additionally, I cannot just do my home regimen, it and other core strengthing exercises must become part of my fitness routine at the hospital.

Godot's backrest is now brimming with added padding...I have yet another birthday behind me and I'm wondering where the prized digital camera is hiding...Pardon me while I contort...I'll catch up with postings later this week.

Until Next Time...