actually, the title is a bit misleading…
…the problem, in reality, is i CAN feel my legs – or at least one of them – a bit TOO much. three days this week i woke up with a shooting pain that went from mid-thigh to knee on my right leg, kinda towards the front. not a dull, throbbing pain – a wake up cringing saying, “what the fuck?” kinda pain. then, if i adjust how i’m laying (position-wise) it goes away just as quickly.
i thought it was my sciatic nerve – ’cause i know that has something to do with unexplainable leg pain. while i know going to webmd is no substitute for going to the doctor in some of your eyes, for us broke, unemployed, uninsured folk it is – and going off all i read on there sciatica is NOT my problem. of course what is could be any number of things, but then just when i thought my leg was the most of my worries i woke up friday to a dull, throbbing, knot-like pain between my shoulder blades – kinda upper to mid-back pain. not fun. not comfortable. not a big deal, i thought, ’cause i could probably just “work the kinks out” at the gym with low weight and lots or reps – i had done this before a time or two…
…problem was it was cold and wet out.
sue me – when it’s cold and wet out, i crave soup or chili…or better yet, frito pie. for anybody not acquainted with the dish the fancy version (which is really stretching the definition of the word “fancy”) is layering fritos, chili, and cheese (with jalapenos and onions to taste) in a casserole dish. but i have only certain kinds of canned chili i can tolerate (it’s a texan thing) and so i went to see if wal-mart had any (and it’s across the street from the gym, so that made all the more sense). i went to get out of my car and just the subtle upper back/shoulder movement it took to get out of the camaro shot a pain through my back and chest that made me think i might (literally) die. i couldn’t even get out of the car.
i got myself home and to the couch, and save for getting up to pay the pizza hut girl that was about all she wrote for my friday.
not fun. by friday night i was a little better, and a bit stiff this morning but otherwise not bad.
what didn’t help was this morning we felt our first real cold front. it’s the damnedest thing – when it’s warm and sunny and i wake up alone it doesn’t feel bad…but let it be chilly (49 when i got up this morning) and grey and it really starts to sink in that i’m super close to forty, feel like my body is falling apart (although just a quick trip around town shows me i’m in pretty good shape but the odd morning pains don’t help) and i appear to be terminally unemployed and terminally single. this latter brings up the other part of the title (and the reason it’s kind of a two parter):
if a movie critic highly reccommended a movie, but admitted they’d never been to it and had no interest in going, would you trust his (or her) opinion?
i’ll explain that last question next time…