Chronic Pain

No clue what I did, but I think it involves my lower back, and probably our big cat Max who tried to kill me. He was chasing a fly and ran between my feet when I was walking. My back (right) foot caught his side and it staggered me. I have a mass advantage on him, so I didn't go down, but it twisted me good. So last night I had sciatica pain in my right leg, on top of the cold that was occupying my throat.

Today I was pretty tired. Still, biked in. Was uncomfortable to stand, sitting didn't do much to ease that. Not really painful to bike, and it is definitely not muscular. Tonight it continues, both thighs (which is new, since now my nerve pain is on both sides), so I plan to take a little something to cut that edge. Throat feels sandpapered, with some irresistible coughing thrown in. Which of course affects the nerve pain in the neck and shoulder.

Funny, the things we remember and forget. (Switching gears here, so bear with me) Got a Facebook message from a good friend's sister, asking if I was the person who used to play pool in her cellar (basement) and drink their liquor. For the life of me, I can't remember a basement. Or playing pool there, for that matter. I am sure I did, it is just blank. I remember a few Christmas parties there. I remember playing with her son and his He-Man and Masters of the Universe set. But a basement? Totally blank.

Growing up we didn't have a usable, finished basement. It was a creepy place, with a low beamed ceiling. One side where you could walk was floored with gravel, over dirt. The other side didn't extend to the floor - just dirt contained by rock retaining wall about chest high. You never knew what sort of nature lived there, or was just visiting. And since the house itself didn't have a very big footprint, the basement was tiny. I kind of envied friends whose houses had basements that were actually rooms, and that didn't scare you.