You know how I was kinda sore from the rolling blading the other day? Well since yesterday "kinda sore" has turned into excruciating, incapacitating muscle spasming agony.
This is particularly sucky because I'm supposed to go to the Over the Hedge premiere with
austin360 this weekend. Like the actual red carpet celebrity shebang in L.A., with Steve Carell, Bruce Willis (which always means a possible side of Ashton and Demi), Allison Janney, et al. Not to mention our plans to hang with kelbelle, tlbelle, and bgirlla while we're there.
Since my back seemed to be getting worse rather than better, and since Mr. Sus apparently thinks the phrase back spasm equates to lifelong chronic back problems with a possibility of terrifying surgery, I went to the doctor today. And the doctor told me I'm totally fine, it's just muscle strain from the exercise and I need to take it easy, stretch, and then keep exercising to strengthen my back.
Armed with the knowledge that it's not something totally scary-sounding like a bulging disk, I've decided to suck it up and go to L.A. anyway. It's actually feeling the slightest bit better this afternoon, so I figure between the super-strength anti-inflammatories and the stretching exercises, I ought to be able to get on a plane by Saturday. Hopefully. The doctor even offered me Vicodan, but I don't do narcotics well, so I thought better a little back pain than nausea and vomiting (and I thinkaustin360 would agree).
I'm not, however, going to be able to pull off the pre-L.A. shopping excursion I'd planned (seriously, ya'll, I can barely put on my own clothes), so instead of wearing a snazzy new outfit to rub elbows with Allison, I'll be wearing my nice, but rather ill-fitting pants. Oh crap, I have no shoes. Hmmm. Maybe I can hobble into Nine West tomorrow afternoon.
This is particularly sucky because I'm supposed to go to the Over the Hedge premiere with
austin360 this weekend. Like the actual red carpet celebrity shebang in L.A., with Steve Carell, Bruce Willis (which always means a possible side of Ashton and Demi), Allison Janney, et al. Not to mention our plans to hang with kelbelle, tlbelle, and bgirlla while we're there.Since my back seemed to be getting worse rather than better, and since Mr. Sus apparently thinks the phrase back spasm equates to lifelong chronic back problems with a possibility of terrifying surgery, I went to the doctor today. And the doctor told me I'm totally fine, it's just muscle strain from the exercise and I need to take it easy, stretch, and then keep exercising to strengthen my back.
Armed with the knowledge that it's not something totally scary-sounding like a bulging disk, I've decided to suck it up and go to L.A. anyway. It's actually feeling the slightest bit better this afternoon, so I figure between the super-strength anti-inflammatories and the stretching exercises, I ought to be able to get on a plane by Saturday. Hopefully. The doctor even offered me Vicodan, but I don't do narcotics well, so I thought better a little back pain than nausea and vomiting (and I think
austin360 would agree). I'm not, however, going to be able to pull off the pre-L.A. shopping excursion I'd planned (seriously, ya'll, I can barely put on my own clothes), so instead of wearing a snazzy new outfit to rub elbows with Allison, I'll be wearing my nice, but rather ill-fitting pants. Oh crap, I have no shoes. Hmmm. Maybe I can hobble into Nine West tomorrow afternoon.
- Current Mood:
uncomfortable
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I cannot WAIT to see you.
Also, I highly recommend soaking in a tub of Epsom Salt. That's what I did while training for the Avon Walk. And as odd as it sounds Vicks is also good for muscle soreness. Sometimes it's the tried and true classics that work the best.
Of course, Mr. Sus won't want to snuggle up with you, unless he's weird like me and likes the smell of Vicks!
See you tomorrow! With presents!
You could also talk about an anti-spasm drug rather than Vicodin. But you may not want to try a new thing while you are on the road. Hugs to you.
I'm so sorry for your pain, but I'm glad you're going anyway! Think how much more meaningful it will seem to hang out with Allison after you've *suffered* for it! And don't I recall an article way back when about her having debilitating back pain on set (and Brad trying to giggle her out of it by yelling to the reporter about how he wouldn't sleep with her?)? You can bond with *Allison Janney* over back pain!
(And I'm with kinder--I throw aspirin in the mix, too, although I don't know if that's technically allowed. Multi-drugging, hurrah!)