2005-04-12

I have a fractured spine

OK, vertebrae, and one, and not very badly, but its there. I fell off a stage about three weeks ago and had been successfully ignoring the pain by using copious amounts of alcohol, eye candy (yes! its a marvellous distraction) and shagging, but by Thursday last week it was unbearable. So off I trundle to the osteopath like a good little camper, and from thence to the fabulous world of radiation and x-rays, and it is four days later they tell me that I have broken myself.

It usually takes someone else to break bits of me, but I've finally managed to do it on my own this time albeit in a fairly innocuous way (a very little slip, a small fall, an awkward landing). I have had my leg broken, both wrists, my collarbone, a fractured skull (my brother's fault), five toes, my ankle, my nose, my pinky on my right hand, and chipped my shoulder. Not to mention all the other assorted sprains, dislocations and bruising that comes with a previous history of acrobatics and (semi) professional wrestling. And for the very first time in my life I am on painkillers, serious ones. I've only ever had pethadine before when I burst my eardrum, but that was in controlled circumstances in hospital. This time I get a prescription and a "just ask if you need more". Ooooerrrr. So I'm a little numb and quite nauseous (not great with codeine) but still in quite a bit of pain. And no, there's no "jump around, jump around" going on in this house of pain.

Tonight I lay in the bath and let the water cover my ears so the only thing I could hear was my heart beating, and I had a bit of Frida Kahlo moment envisaging the broken column, and some flying monkeys that seemed stuck to the ceiling. Could have just been the drugs talking...

And in other news

The Cypriot Love Machine keeps referring to me as "beautiful" when he hears it's me on the other end of the phone at work. Today I managed to come up with five reasons to call him, and all of them completely valid. That's the best part of this game we're playing - our boss keeps encouraging 'open and honest communication between all levels'. The CLM and I are really starting to push those boundaries, and I think the potential is there, with solid work, for a fling thing that is fiery and consuming (and probably very brief). Until fruition or fizzle, its fun to dabble in the black arts of flirtation, and he is certainly a skillful opponent. Ahhhh, for ten minutes in a broom closet with him....

so, its all a bit random and jerky in my head, and it probably wasn't the best idea to do a diary entry in this state but what the hell.

I'll let you know if I become a cripple.

bitch - moan