The day before Thanksgiving, I fucked my back up: slipped disk. A week later, I’ve scored a steady source of pain killers. The thing with pain killers is that the detriment to your schedule they cause is inversely proportional to the pain relief benefit they provide. There are a few interesting side-effects: my eating schedule is as random and vague as my sleeping schedule, but the 800mg of ibuprofen I take every six hours requires a “made bed” to climb into: taken on an empty stomach, this stuff tears you up. So I’ve started eating something at least once every six hours.

Between that and the comparative surfeit of sleep I’ve been getting, my body is thoroughly confused. I also get to re-learn things like lifting and walking upright and sitting in a chair. So the orthodoxy of my posture, sleep and dietary habits is a net benefit.

Still, the better I feel, the less I get done, owing to the glassy tunnel vision the ibuprofen and robaxin provide. I’m aiming for some hypothetical maximum arc of effect and intend to bombard my work from a distance today.

I still don’t have a main work computer. I continue to annex Case’s, and she has lately taken to encouraging me to hasten the purchase of a new machine because she misses being able to use hers whenever she wants to … and since that issue has been raised, I should get some work done while she’s still asleep and I’m relegated to something non-technical.