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So, I spent a few hours in casualty last night.

The Tall Guy and I are refurbing the house, ready to put it up for sale. We want a bigger house with a double garage, and more land. The double garage is The TG’s idea. I couldn’t care less, we have a double drive and a single garage at the moment, and neither of us park our cars in the garage. I’m looking forward to the increased space for my books though.

Anyway, I was helping him carry a heavy box of tiles downstairs, when I experienced a really sharp pain in my back. I tried to shake it off, but found that I had trouble straightening up.

Five minutes later, I was bent over double on the floor. I couldn’t get up, and my breathing was choppy at best.

The Tall Guy started having a panic attack when he realised something was wrong, and he called the ambulance services. Sigh.

It was the single most humiliating moment of my life, due to the fact that I was wearing low slung jeans that just about revealed my crack (bearing in mind that I was on all fours on the ground), plus they were old, and once upon a time when I was younger, I’d thought that cutting holes into them was a cool thing to do.

Well, it wasn’t. I looked like an effing hobo. It didn’t help that my hair was a mess, and I looked like a frickin Biafran. At least my underwear matched (kind of).

Anyway, the paramedics brought in a tank of Entonox (gas and air) to relieve the pain. This was the best bit, I felt drunk as a skunk, and it was a heady feeling.

Once they’d determined where the pain was coming from (the right side of my back) I was rushed to hospital.

I felt a fool all the way there, and I was very conscious of my mode of dress, and the lack of make-up. (vain much?)

Anyway, when I got to the hospital, the nurses and doctors were busy dealing with six trauma victims, that had also just been rushed in.

Paul and I sat in one of the patient cubicles, waiting to be attended. I was fairly happy, as one of the nurses had left a tank of Entonox, which I liberally inhaled. It didn’t do shit for the pain in my back, but it sure made me feel fabulous. Paul, the spoilsport, kept telling me not to overdo it. I told him to eff off, and continued inhaling to my heart’s content. He gave up, and just continued to rub my hands in support. Bless him.

Anyway, I ended up with a hairy Greek doctor. He made me take my top off, and I thanked Oprah there and then, that I hadn’t put one of my see-through bra’s on. That would have been too humiliating.

Apparently, I’d torn a muscle on the right hand side of my back, so he cheerfully told me that I’d be in a lot of pain for the next few days, and that he would get one of the nurses to give me an injection in my arse to help with the pain. I just about nearly fainted when he mentioned the ‘I’ word. I’m not too fond of needles. Twenty years later, and I still recall how painful my Rubella jab was. So no, Needles aren’t my thing.

Anyway, the nurse brought in the needle, and proceeded to stick it into my arse. Yes, it fucking hurt. The Tall Guy helpfully told me that the needle was humongous. Bastard.

Anyway, I’m pumped up with drugs, and Paul and his dad are currently driving me nuts, with the constant drilling, and various other DIY noises. I think I’ll go and have a lie down for a bit.

How was your weekend?


  • Rocio
    January 15
    3:29 pm

    Karem you are plain crazy!!! you were suffering a back ache after being lifting heavy things and all you could think of was how you looked???…It could had been worse, and even though back problem might not kill you it certainly can make you life miserable!!! The tall guy deserve a medal for putting up with you so nicely!!…How come a tough cookie like you be so chicken??? Ja,ja…
    My weekend since the whole family is sick with the flu is quiet and restful!
    PS: Just between you and me, you know who´s here and very pregnant already??


  • FreeSpirit
    January 15
    4:02 pm

    Karen, maybe your growing boobs put too big a strain on your back. (Sorry, couldn’t resist!) Hope you feel better soon.


  • Sarah McCarty
    January 15
    4:21 pm

    Poor Karen!!! I hope you feel better soon!


  • Eve Vaughn
    January 15
    4:21 pm

    Freespirit, you took my line, LOL. That story is too funny about what you were wearing. Take it easy and I hope you get well soon!


  • Angela James
    January 15
    4:26 pm

    Should have asked if you could bring one of the tanks home 😉 Or had Paul smuggle one out. I’m sure they would never have noticed!

    Heal quickly. Back injuries are nasty things 🙁



  • Anne
    January 15
    4:34 pm

    Oh boy, when you do something, you do it all the way don’t you girl? You poor thing!! I don’t really think they cared what you were wearing, but I can only imagine how you would feel. At least when I tore the shit out of my ankle, I could change my clothes first before the DH took me to the hospital. Hey, your pants were holy but at least your panties weren’t … LOL.

    You just rest up and enjoy your drugs *G* Get well soon, Karen!


  • Rosie
    January 15
    5:49 pm

    Oh Karen, I’m so sorry! I don’t think it was vanity. *g* It’s conditioning!!

    My Mom was always telling us girls to wear clean underwear (never skip the bra), throw away holey socks and clothes, and fixed her hair and makeup every day. “Because you never know when….” Fill in the blank for some expected catastrophe.

    Besides in a crisis it’s waaaay better to obsess about something else than be freaked out about what might be wrong…that’s what I do.

    What a night! I bet you are exhausted. Hope you get lots of TLC from TG between all the pounding and drilling. Take care of yourself!


  • Jane/FabDame
    January 15
    6:41 pm

    So sorry! Back pain’s a bitch. Icing helps (15 minutes on, 15 minutes off). Best Wishes for a speedy recovery!


  • Desiree Erotique
    January 15
    9:16 pm

    You poor thing! My suggestion is go to a chiropractor at once. I love mine, and he’s never given me drugs and with his care I never feel like I need them.
    Hope you get to feeling better soon 🙂


  • Millenia Black
    January 15
    9:39 pm

    Feel better, Dawling! What a happening. But no worries, you’re too spunky not to recover quickly!


  • Dramedy Girl
    January 15
    10:22 pm

    OMG, Karen! I hope you’re doing better. I’d turn this into a positive if I were you and when it comes time to ‘move’ more things, well, you certainly wouldn’t want a repeat performance so your husband should bring in lots of others who look good hefting and sweating!!!


  • Scott
    January 15
    11:48 pm

    Now wait a second here Karen. You were wearing low slung jeans, with holes in them, and you were on all fours? Believe me, if the medics were guys, you didn’t have anything to worry about in your looks department. 😉

    Seriously, hope you are feeling better soon. And my weekend was alright, thanks for asking.


  • Ann Wesley Hardin
    January 16
    1:53 am

    LMAO @ Scott.

    Ouch, Karen! Bet the Tall Guy wasn’t happy this happened on a weekend *nudge nudge wink wink*

    Get better!


  • Sam
    January 16
    8:34 am

    Ouchy!!!!!Torn muscles are the worst – that hurts so much!!!
    You have to rest it, but when you do it hurst to move it again. Moving it makes the pain go away a bit, but then it can’t heal –
    (My husband is the king of torn muscles, having fallen countless times from horseback) I bet heating pads can help
    I hope you feel better soon!!!!


  • Dawn
    January 16
    9:30 am

    Aww, Karen.

    (((Hugs))) poor baby. Girl, even in the midst of describing your excruciating pain, you can still make me snort tea through my nose. It’s a talent. Really!

    Hope your back gets better soon, and maybe you should go home to Mummy for a little TLC and also to get away from Paul and his dad hammering.


  • Lori
    January 16
    7:44 pm

    Karen – hope your back is better soon! I’m laughing because I would have had the exact same reaction about the pants.

    Relax and let the TG take good care of you 🙂


  • Monica
    January 17
    12:31 am

    Hope you recover from the trauma soon. You are funny, and you probably made those medics day! I echo the suggestions about the chiropractor. One helped me even though I went in full-skeptic mode and on quack alert.


  • Jaid Black
    January 17
    7:55 pm

    You’re too funny. You need to write a book! Oh and hope you get better soon *smooches*


  • Marianne LaCroix
    January 17
    8:33 pm

    Take care of yourself, Karen. DH has been dealing with an injury to his back for 5 years now. FOur surgeries later, is is functioning to go to an office job. Did I mention he has a neaurostimulator in his abd. to control leg pain? Yeah, you can majorly screw up if you don’t take care of your back.

    When lifting, use your legs, not your back. Crouch down with your knees and lift slowly. In other words, don’t bend your back to lift, bend your knees instead.

    And kripe, tile boxes are effing heavy!!!


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