Brief sort-of-detour; after this Christmas, BB and I realized we simply can't handle that kind of social engagement anymore. It doesn't make us happy to admit it, because the two of us used to love throwing parties and parts of us still do. But physically, we are simply not up to it, and emotionally it's kind of draining as well. After we (and by "we" I largely mean BB and my lovely FB) got the place cleaned up post-Christmas, we sat in the livingroom, looked at each other, and said "That's the last one."
End of sort-of-detour. For me, the damage was more immediate. the simple act of standing at the kitchen counters and table prepping, mixing, etc., is dangerously apt to coax spasms out of retirement. Even hiking our table up a couple of inches so that I don't have to bend over so much doesn't help enough. And without my exercises to keep the relevant muscles in shape ... well, welcome back, back spasms.
They've been kind of bad since Monday. I've used our teeny-tiny jacuzzi bathtub three times in fewer than 24 hours because that affords me some temporary relief, and I've gone back to doing my exercises with a vengeance. That helps too. Most drug relief I hold off on until bedtime if at all possible because I get some of it from BB and I don't want to be profligate with his largesse.
And I know I'm a fan, because the thing that bothers me most about this is that the pain is keeping me from writing, and fandom_stocking 's reveal date is speeding toward me. I've only got two stories done, although a third is in process. I want to get four or five more done. Help me, fandom godlets,you're my only hope! GAH!
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