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Thursday, April 03, 2008

Meta: Some Days

Or weeks, even &mdash a person just can't catch a break. As soon as we got the balance of our meds to an appropriate level, we took a fall in the garden, which we managed to break by landing our well-cushioned gut on the edge of a garden chair.

Nice. Shortly afterwards, we threw our back out (we mean shortly as in a couple of hours). Spasming on a 60-degree slope is exciting especially when you're directly uphill of an extremely thornacious bougainvillea. While trying to stop the spasms, we were mentally speculating on the likelihood of sliding straight down onto the thumb-thick thorny branches and invoking deities of various faiths whose names we had forgotten in the past many decades of agnosticism and atheism. As in, shrieking fucking Shiva, don't let me impale my helpless soft bits on that fucking bougainvillea, and quivering Krishna that fucking thing approacheth our crotch, oh Mother of God and all things holy may Shaitan devour you alive you fucking worthless collection of flesh-tearing thorns if you touch our flesh, and the like. You know the drill.

Finally, our back stopped spasming and we slithered slowly and carefully down the hill and after a couple of hours trudged up the stairs and crawled into bed with drugs and pillows.

A day later, Bandicoot sneezed right in our helpless, trapped face, and voila! A nasty cold.

We're mostly over the cold and the back has stopped spasming. Dare we return to regular blogging, gardening, schlepping, all the other fun things in life?

We'll see. Book and movie reviews over on CultureVultures later this week, for those who care.

What a fucking life.

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At 10:00 AM, Blogger Christy said...

oh my god (goddess, shiva, shaitan) i am laughing out loud at your tribulations, cringing at the thought of thorns approaching soft fleshy bits, and sending warm fuzzies that yer back spasms no more and kitties refrain from further full-on sneezles. yeesh

At 12:09 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think there's a screenplay in all of this somewhere - you can call it "Life of PoliticalCat" or something.

At 12:52 PM, Blogger ThePoliticalCat said...

Thanks, Christy, but the kitties, unlike the back, are disobedient. Right as I was getting ready for snoozies last night, Zingiber came up looking all affectionate.

We are way too trusting. We smiled and welcomed the little fucker. Then he sneezed full in our face. Kitty snot on your glasses is not a pretty sight.

Back's better, though!

At 12:53 PM, Blogger ThePoliticalCat said...

Alan, I'm sure it'll be a great movie, if we can afford the liability insurance. Balancing butt-end first over a, ahem, crown of thorns is probably not in most insurers' portfolios.

At 3:34 PM, Blogger Lizzy said...

Oh, you poor dear! I'm the one who goes around saying, No sneezing! But I don't think I've been sneezed on. Yet. They're probably picking up the vibes and drawing straws even as I type. But, oh, your poor back! Like Christy, I am trying to brain-purr at you...

At 9:18 PM, Blogger Sungold said...

Those cats owe you some kindness! Too bad the whole species is notoriously poor at bookkeeping.

Here's hoping your back will stay un-spazzed so you can enjoy some gardening, this time less thornaciously.

At 8:38 AM, Blogger zoe said...

Oh No!!! I just read of your trials, and hurt for you! Hoping you are on the healing side of the fence


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