Stoned

With a slight concussion and in the midst of a snowstorm,

 I was able to make it out and all the way into the arms of my lovah on Wednesday. 

I was sore and exhausted from my fall and crowded airports.

All was good until I woke up on Thursday morning with back spasms. I tried to stand up and fainted dead away. My lower back was already giving me some issues prior to my tumble and apparently I wrenched or twisted it as I fell.  So, Al carted me off to the medical center and I got evaluated and some muscle relaxers and pain meds.  I’ve been stoned for 24 hours now.  This is really harshing my groove with my man. In addition to not being able to hardly move, I keep nodding off.

Like Diana did.  Bless her heart.

This is the first time I’ve ever been with him that I haven’t had to worry about the need for Cipro in a few days.

And that is a huge drag.

I’m starting to get pissed off and want to hit my staircase with my PB

 

 

In addition, we have almost a week this visit and were going to make a side trip to some of our old stomping grounds that I haven’t seen in 27 years and go to the movies and generally spend all week having fun together.  I think my injuries are going to make all of that difficult.   He says he doesn’t care and that he would rather watch me sleep than be anywhere else in the world with anyone else.  I know, I know.  He is a sweetheart. 

The only thing that lifts my spirits is this.

Al’s baby picture.

We have been having caption contests among ourselves.

I said, “But I don’t want to talk on the phone.”

Al said, “Somebody make that crazy bitch quit calling me!

Which made me laugh because she calls and calls and calls.

Then I nodded off.

I’m worse than Joe Biden.

Kids are fine and having a good time with Stanley.  I think they are all going to spend time with the girlfriend over the weekend so I will get details when I get back to town.  I know the little girls will spill it all. 

Fuckity Fuck, I’m sleepy.