into hospital for another back operation tomorrow, hoorah! I make the following disclaimer now:
- many sorries if kitschbitch goes on another extended hiatus (hey, what’s new?!)
- many sorries if I write any drivel while drugged up to the eyeballs
boom shake the room
so, something reall quite peculiar happened last night. we had an earthquake. yes, it was only a wee diddy one, barely a sneeze by american/worldwide standards – but given that we don’t really ever get earthquakes in these here parts it was really bloody strange. I was in bed, dozing off to sleep, and suddenly the room started trembling and everything started rattling – well, just as you’d expect it to if there was an earth tremor. my first reaction was, “cor, that felt a bit like an earthquake!” – whilst my second was “don’t be bloody stupid, this is manchester, we don’t get bloody earthquakes!” – and so, given that I’d taken one of my bad-ass painkillers a little before I went to bed, I happily told myself I was actually high as a kite and that I’d imagined the whole thing. but, turns out I was wrong, and that the whole of northern england had a little quake. well, fancy that!
open surgery time at kitschbitch towers:
ok – pain medications. long-time readers of kitschbitch may remember that I have a back condition; specifically coccydynia resulting from a malformed coccyx. periodically, I go into hospital for cortisoid injections to alleviate pain – the next lot is in a week, in fact. all of which is leading up to the big bad-ass coccygectomy as soon as I finish my degree – whereby I have the bottom of my back lopped off. so, in the mean time, I get to juggle some rather interesting painkillers to deal with what is, quite literally, a pain in the ass. thing is, those pills that actually do anything to help with the pain and to enable me to sit down also get me high as a kite. which is rather fun, but not especially conducive to doing anything constructive. on the other hand, to be lucid enough to be able to work, I can’t take the happy-pills. which means I can’t sit down for very long at all. not an ideal state of affairs, I think you’ll agree. so I’m going to try getting hippy on my broken-ass and give acupuncture a go. anyone tried it? would you recommend it? or any other alternative therapies? answers on a postcard please…
a few midweek musical recommendations from kitschbitch central – some newly-released, some newly-discovered:
rae road – mark rae
trouser jazz – mr scruff
mind elevation – nightmares on wax
clandestino – manu chao
toot toot beep beep!