Everything's fine until Walgreens fucked my refill last week and suddenly I'm left with only the Tylenol one and I'm reduced to taking half the dosage I usually do. I was worried about some withdrawal nightmare like that scene in Lady Sings the Blue with Diana Ross in the bughouse. EEks. But no, because I am apparently tougher than Diana Ross and Billie Holiday combined. Or maybe I am not shooting heroin. Could be.
Anyway, what actually happened was all the little aches and pains from being a crotchety old man rose to the surface; everything I've bumped or bruised or banged up has come back to haunt me. Ow. Ow. Ow. Owowowowowowow.
When I meditate, I concentrate on each part of my body in turn, start with my head and work down to my feets. Typically what little focus I can scrape up is distracted by random thoughts like
- Do I need more orange juice?
- How come the professor couldn't fix the boat to get them off Gilligan's Island?
- How hard would it be to spread a rumor on the web that MJ from Infomaniac is really a man?
- Is Saki scratching the leather chair?
- What's that noise?
Things like that.
Now, each body part has to compete with all the ouchie ones. I'm trying to concentrate on my right shoulder and my left little toe chimes in to remind me I broke it thirty years ago falling naked down the stairs of a bathhouse in Seattle. Shouting at it to shut up is one thing when I'm here at home alone with the cat, another completely when I'm in the steam room at the Kabuki spa.
Finally, after several very firm discussions with the pharmacist, I got all my doses back in a row and the sun is all shiny and I am back to slowly destroying my liver and kidneys. Get to work, slacker bitches, that's what you're there for.
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| If I had more muscles, they would just ache more, so it all works out in the end. |
Sorry to hear about your bad back. *Imagines MrPeenee with his skirt hitched up, taking money from eager black men*.
ReplyDeleteYou mean I could have been charging?
DeleteWell, I came here mostly 'cause I was hoping for Barbie stories, but even so, I can relate. Of late, I've started making the soft little "oofoofoof" sounds my grandparents used to make as they navigated themselves out of their armchairs at the end of the evening. Age does creep up on one...
ReplyDeleteI know. I would look at them fumbling for their reading glasses at the restaurant and feel so annoyed. Hah.
DeleteSorry about your back, but thanks for the giggle-filled post.
ReplyDeleteI'm here to serve
DeleteAnd spread rumours, apparently.
DeleteIs you back pain muscular? Disc? Or bone/nerve?
ReplyDeleteKharmic.
Deletei cringed at your bath house tumble.
ReplyDeletepain-humiliation-faggots, such an awful combo.
i always believed that mj stood for moe joseph.
I think it's "Most Juicy." Or "More Jiggly."
DeleteMiranda.
DeleteI've had back issues...mostly of Colt Magazine...but I understand the pain of rolling a crooked body out of bed then walking your hands up the wall to straighten out.
ReplyDeleteToo much flibbertigibbeting gymnastics as a youngster.
"OH MY ACHING BACK" is phrase heard often.
Nothing works the way it's supposed to. Like Bette Midler said "At 40, your body decides it wants a life of its own."
DeleteI'm giving up ibuprofen for the same reasons.
ReplyDeleteI've reached the point where my doctors are changing one another's prescriptions. [sigh]
"Old age and sickness bring out the essential characteristics of a man." - Felix Frankfurter
ReplyDeleteJx
I hear you darling...
ReplyDeleteThey say that back pain comes from a sense of feeling unsupported... So i bought myself a new bra and some industrial support hose... My back still hurts... but I feel much prettier...
Honey, I'm starting to think that one of the few perks of getting older is complaining. Say it loud and say it proud!
ReplyDeleteI'm well on my way to living on vicodin myself, damn back. Nothing as elegant as falling out of a bath house though...
ReplyDeleteHi Mr. Peenee. This is JuliannK, longtime reader seldom commenter. Felt I had to comment on this post because you said Walgreen's screwed up your Vicodan script. Walgreen's got hit with an $80 MILLION lawsuit for prescribing painkillers without checking to see if the scripts were fraudulent. Now they are being complete dicks and not filling any narcotic drugs without first calling the doctor and invading patient's privacy by asking what your diagnosis is and if you really need the drugs. Long story short, switch pharmacies. I first heard about this on my local tv station where people had to call the "troubleshooter reporter" to get Walgreen's to fill their scripts. It is reported to be a nationwide problem. I'm sure a quick google search will fill you in. Sorry I am rambling on and on but I felt you should know this is a very big, national problem with Walgreens and it won't get any better. XO XO. Juliann.
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