I don't know what I did -- worked in a very tight space last week, got myself a new set of kidney stones, or having failed to make the proper sacrifices at the correct altars all being plausible possibilities, with a side order of ten-year-old-mattress (it's complicated: replaced one awhile back but not the other) and minor yard work. But it's painful indeed and sleeping on a hot pad didn't help. It's been getting worse over the past four days.
OTC painkillers have been taking the edge off so far. Just took the day's first and hoping for the best.
Of course, whatever remains of Family Christmas -- fragmenting after my mother's passing, with seven or eight young families of the generation after mine forming their own connections and gatherings -- is today. I'll probably just drop off gifts.
He Worked On A Starship
2 months ago