Instant Karma

Mel and the Grand Funk crew will be glad to know that I spent th' first half of today in the emergency room for a pinched sciatic nerve and the second half playing a show with said nerve driving nails through my left leg and lower back. Long nails.

Now it's 3:45 AM and I've downed more Percosets than is probably wise.

Nighty night;agj;ajghala;ksdjl;jeroig;nva;


Blogger Kevin Wolf said...

My Dad has that problem. A'course he's got about 40 yaers on ya, so...

Hope you feel better tomorrow (today).

9:40 AM  
Blogger fgfdsg said...

Hang in there mate, pretend you're the beatles and go up on the roof and write something extra psychedelic.

I'm on Digesics at the moment for my arm / shoulder thing, and they still don't stop the pain. The next higher step up the painkiller ladder is Morphine. It's like a cat hanging from the curtains and slowly sliding down it, except the cat is a big fat tiger, and the curtains are the muscle fibres in my arm. So playing the guitar is right out, and yet i just bite on the pain and play anyway.

*Still* enjoying "Love is only sleeping". I'm starting to pull it apart and analyse what's going on with it track by track.

5:56 PM  
Blogger roxtar said...

Brother, I can sympathize with the sciatica. I suffered for years, and when it got so bad that I literally could not walk, my doc would prescribe a sweet little steroid based concoction called the Medrol dose pack. Worked like a charm. Ask your sawbones.

I was eventually cured whilst driving a big-ass U-haul loaded to the gunnels with my entire stock of portable goods from Las Vegas to Pittsburgh. The springs were totally compressed. There was a particularly crappy stretch of road in Oklahoma that tossed me around in the cab like a rag doll. This rough treatment worked like highway chiropractic, and the pain went away and has never returned.

But if Oklahoma is not on your itinerary, the steroids will fix ya' right up.

5:46 AM  
Blogger Bobby Lightfoot said...

Oooooh...th' Medrol dose pack.

Wonder if Jose on th' corner of South St. and Lincoln can hook me up. I'll drive there on the dirt roads.

That's wild, man. Bodies are crazy.

9:22 AM  
Blogger helmut said...

Thanks for the advice, Roxtar. I've got the same problem, Bobby. Doc gave me vicodin and valium. I taught a few classes doped up and only realized later that the students were laughing.

I'm calling the doc now for the Medrol Dose Pack... It Cures What Ails Ye.

6:56 PM  
Blogger Bobby Lightfoot said...

Mothah FUCKAH. What a bunch of old coots we are.

If I pretend I got this from banging Destiny's Child in a weird sex trapeze will you guys back me up?

7:09 PM  

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