Work in progress

With a title like "work in Progress" it's kind of fun to imagine where I will go with it. It could be really heavy and all about symbolism, and how my life is ever evolving, but in the end that's crap and all I can do is think about how my freaking apartment has not had the same furniture configuration for more than eight days in a row.

In the end it's okay, because I've apprently developed a semi-debilitating illness in my butt that makes it impossible to sit for long or walk fast or lunge (well, if i wanted to do that and cou;dn't, I'd be upset) or move furniture, without ever increasing levels of pain shooting through my left butt cheek and now leg. I was laughing all yesterday, because if I needed to develop a defect, naturally it would have to be my butt that would bring me down. It sucks, because I always felt like I had a reasonable, nay positive relationship with my butt. But now, it's punishing me, and I'm not totally sure why. My parents informed me that it's likely a nerve thing or back thing, maybe something like sciatica, so eventually I found a defenition of sciatica that involved the word "buttock" so I felt a lot better about the whole thing. Stupid nerves!

Actually, because of this whole event, I woke up at about 5 a.m. last night in quite a lot of pain, so I decided that maybe my bed is too soft or something, and I should try sleeping on the floor. Do you ever have crazy logic when you are in chronic pain, like come up with unbelievable 'remedies' for yourself when you can't imagine living with that pain anymore? I mean , I was nowhere near that threshold, but I remember having a viral infection that made it painful to swallow and I had no idea how much I swallow in a day and after a few days I was fantasizing about using a syringe and liquified advil or heroin or somthing just to make it another kind of pain so at least I'd have something else to think about. Maybe, that's just my coping strategy.

I'm back on track. So last night at 5:00 am I made up a bedroll on the floor with Didgeman's help (and support. I bet he slept like a starfish all night) and the interesting part of my night began. Apparently, my legs in a sleeping bag are really interesting/unusual/tempting , as the two cats took turns randomly attacking me for a good twenty minutes. And, I mean they were jumping up their claw tower in order to dive bomb me. It was...interesting. But, they eventually gave up, and so did I and back to sleep I went. I woke up later with one of the cats (the bigger one) asleep in between my legs (which in a sleeping bag meant my legs were little sausage rolls squished to the outsede of the bag) and the other one draped across my abdomen, all sound asleep. Trust me, it was touching. But in a claustrophobic kind of way.

Another good reason why I'd never wear fur. You know, the claustrophobic nightmares and all.

heh. Anyways, all is well and things are trcking along. does anyone know of anywhere fun and hobbling distance from the Glebe for volunteering? I'm starting to explore options, and if anyone has ideas, that would be lovely. Thanks for still dropping by.