I’m in a hurry to get to Salt Lake City which is silly considering the Comic Con won’t start until Sept! I invested almost $200 “in me” for my ticket and that does not even include the hotel or plane fare. I agonized quite awhile as to whether to buy my ticket now or wait until closer to the event.
That’s what I did before and I paid dearly for it by Not going And also sacrificing my won free pass. So I pulled out my trusty plastic AGAIN and paid for a Senior Pass. (Age sometimes does have its privileges — along with aches and pains.)
I was feeling sublime until my back decided to remind me to be careful of too much excitement. I’m still not sure how I did it, but it hurt to move: standing was excruciating; even trying to sit up in bed to get up was like someone hitting me with a blunt instrument. I tried putting on a girdle , but none fit snug enough to force everything together, but trying to wiggle into them was like asking someone to jab me with hot pokers. I was popping Advil like candy and even debated lying on the LR rug — though I had no idea IF I’d be able to get up! My son had not seen me Like this in a long time and I pray he never will again because it is downright Scary!
Today I’ve wiggled into a tighter girdle; worn 2 shoes of different heights at the same time and slowly loosened
or tricked my back into slipping back into place. Such is the plight of people with “bad backs .” I like to think of us as Walking Miracles, and let’s face it: we know who we are even if no one else does. Onward, but more careful..,