Week in brief: Tuesday: work at home. Blah. Wednesday: go to work, but on way in my back seizes up again. Work, albeit not too productively. Massive amounts of Advil haven't done a thing and I am in constant pain. As per mom's advice, leave work early (OMG, train jerking to a stop is painful...at least I manage not to cry on the train) and head to Dr appt. Get badgered about smoking (you wanna know why I don't go to a doctor regularly? This is why! My back hurts. be quiet about the smoking and deal with my damn pain. I'm not in the mood to deal with your sanctimonious bs. You think I don't know about the dangers? Again, be quiet.). Leave with scripts for pain patches (utterly useless, and expensive), Flexeril (useless, although it does knock me out for half the night), and prescription strength Alleve. Finally something useful. Chill with DH. Bed, Z. For half the night. Spend latter half if night sobbing and in pain. Thursday: accompany in-laws to hospital. Wait with MiL. Good god almighty, the woman is bat [poo] crazy and bigoted as can be. Holy balls. To with DH to get lunch, bring it back, visit some more. FIL seems to be doing OK, MIL seems completely unfazed. Strange. Head home, veg, sleep for a while before the pain wakes me up again and I spend the time dozing, tossing, turning, and crying from pain. Friday: up, eat breakfast, take pain meds, doze until they kick in. Get X-ray, grocery shop. Home and veg. Z. Pretty well (read: no crying from pain) for once. Saturday: up, breakfast and pain meds, nap. Nap, nap, nap. Minor..."discussion"...with DH. Head into town, have drinks, have dinner at place we've been wanting to try. His fried chicken is spectacular. My rye cavatelli with broccoli I tastes like cardboard with grass clippings. But the duck fat fries were wonderful! Home, veg, decent sleep. Today: up, breakfast. Go apple picking. Grocery shop on way home, then cook lots if Indian food. Vegging now. Z soon.