When last you heard from me my back had said a great big fuck-it to my "marathon weekend" at work. I knew this was coming at some point, and had been hoping like hell I'd be able to hang until my work-subsidized short-term and long-term disability insurance kicked in JUST IN CASE, and I did. So there's that.
I elected to spend my weekend in denial practicing expectant management of my back and go to work on Tuesday and put my best foot forward, and I did, and I just couldn't hang. Work wasn't even very busy but I was creaky and cantankerous, and my very sweet boss took me aside and was like "ummmm why are you walking like that are you okay?" Fortunately my GP had a cancellation and I was able to leave work a bit early and go and see her. She agreed that my back is Fucked Up and wants me to have an MRI, and meanwhile has given me steroids and Vicodin and three days off work (!!! damn it all). So I'm home for a bit, and the inactivity is killing me softly.
All in all, while this is extremely unpleasant, at this point my symptoms are well-treated and I'm feeling pretty thankful for the two extra shifts I'd picked up before my back shit the bed entirely, which ought to keep me from having a terribly grim next paycheck, and for good insurance.
Last night the steroids and I made an extremely delicious fall meal of peeled and cubed apples, sweet potato, carrots, turnips, and golden beets, chopped about 1/4 head of cabbage to similiar-sized cubes, tossed it all in Arbequina olive oil, smoked salt, and fresh-ground pepper, then baked it spread out on a pizza pan while I cooked cubed-up pasture-raised bacon on the stovetop and rendered the excess grease. Strained and put up 8 oz of grease, then browned some onions in the pan and dumped the crispy bacon bits, brown onions, and remaining grease in with the veggies, added a dash of apple cider vinegar, a pinch of brown sugar, and some Shebangarang, and baked it all together until the outer layer carmelized. It was SO DAMN GOOD, Y'ALL.
So, you know, there's that.
And now I am off to Google rabbit infertility and cut a turkey out of construction paper to decorate for a department bulletin board at work, because The Ritz likes HOLIDAYS.
Pass the pills.