I like pain killers?
Three weeks ago I had a little accident. I fell of my chair at home and bonked my bonce. I knocked myself silly and took a day off work to deal with the painful headache, but thought I was going okay. (Apart from feeling a complete prat for falling of a perfectly adequate chair.)

That was until last Friday. Gradually over the weekend until yesterday afternoon, when I gave in and went to the doctors, the pain in my back and leg was getting 'worserer and worserer'.
Sitting is painful, walking is painful, standing is worse.

So I went to the doc's who sent me off for a CT-scan. Talk about a Star Trek experience.
It would have been much more fun if I had not had to lie on my back in pain trying to think painfree thoughts without tensing up as the tray twitched and shifted and the huge donut thing looked first downwards and then upwards along my supine frame. It's a bit like being observed by a slow moving, slow thinking cyclops - which I suppose it is in some ways, and wondering if one is going to be served with mangos and macadamias or just plain gravy.

I thought it was highly amusing when my spouse disposed of the chair I had been sitting on (the one that I managed to fall off, all by myself) because he declared in dramatic tones "...it had betrayed me!" and bought me a new one. But there is always a price to betrayal, usually down the track when one is not expecting the pain to strike again.

I look forward to not having this pain in the back soon ... it's amazing how much better the day looks though, even if it is a chemically buffered pain-free state for the moment.
*sigh*