trapped nerve

This is the fifth day I have to spend with some trapped nerve in my lower back. Leaving me fairly immobile at times, mostly in the evenings after long office hours. Got a funny way of walking, too, at times. Like an eighty year old, bend witch. Monday evening I dreaded the walk up the stairs to my flat and sure enough, the last of the six flights of steps I literally crawled on hands and knees. Plus, I smell like old men from that heating cream I rub on my skin to soothe the stabs a little. Tonight is quite ok, though, in comparison. Which brings me back to the screen for a little while. Anyways, enough complaints for one entry. Some good news to follow: my sister got back to me after I mailed her the song I posted here last week. Everything’s fine once more. Am so glad about it.

Trapped today, trapped tomorrow, Fury in the slaughterhouse