So, I can’t keep up with my own life.

We bought the house. The House. It’s gorgeous. No, really. See for yourself. Go here, then click on the model “Stanfield.” Then you will be offered a virtual tour of our beautiful new home.

Of course, right now it’s just a flat piece of dirt. Will keep you updated.

So, yeah. About that whole “life” thing. I sorta fell down the stairs last Thursday. I meant to hit the second step with my heel, but alas, ’twas not to be. I ended up going airborne and then landing ::splat:: on my back and upper arm. The upper arm turned black, blue and purple. The back wasn’t so bad.

Yeah, okay, til Friday, when I moved more boxes from the house to the office. (We’ve decided we have to empty the house a bit before we try to sell it, since it’s packed to the gills, so we’ve been moving boxes (books, mostly) to my office.) Back and forth I went, from the car to the conference room, with boxes of books. Saturday I woke up with my back spasming like you’ve never seen.

Or, like I’d never felt, rather.

By Sunday, I was a wreck. I couldn’t lift anything - even Bugga. I was near tears and promising everyone I’d go to the doctor - even though I can’t stand my doctor.

By Monday my dad had sent Stephen home with some Tramadol and Flexerill. I sank into a pharmacological sleep that lasted most of the day. Thank God for small favors. (Yes, I know - don’t share your prescription meds. Sorry, sorry. But I was dying.)

So yesterday I went to see a new doctor. I had to, because my current doctor (that I hate) was too damned busy to see me. I think I’d have to slice my leg off for him to be interested. I swear, I hate that man. So anyway, my friend Joe gave me this new doctor’s name. He’s younger than I am! We had a great conversation, and he actually paid attention to me and listened to what I had to say. Wow. Then he put me on the same meds I’d been taking and we worked out a therapy schedule. Poor me. My back is screwed up and I’m only 33.

So, anyway, this life thing. Between packing and cleaning and dying and doctors and eating and sleeping and choosing countertop laminate and arguing with mortgage brokers and interviewing for a new assistant I haven’t had time to document a damned thing.

Maybe if I slowed down just a bit…

Spinning in circles (painfully),
michelle