..like a rock star on the downside of their career. yes, i felt like britney last night when i was wheeled into the emergency room at 1 a.m. today (and when i was given a handful of pills before they wheeled me back out).

no it wasn’t the glamorous, emotional meltdown slash police standoff type situation, that’s still a few months off at least. my incident was purely a preview of my 40’s. it started monday night when Kylie knocked over the christmas tree. i think she was making sure there weren’t any left over christmas treats hiding at the bottom. so since two or three ornaments were lost in the crash we decided to go ahead and just take it down. normally it would have been gone already - i typically find xmas decorations depressing after the first weekend after new years, but since it didn’t go up ’til just a few days before christmas we figured we should get our money’s worth.

anywhoo, bent over to pick up an ornament or what was left of one and shazam! shooting pain in the back that i basically ignored. but 24 hours later, when Candy at the “ask-a-nurse hotline” said i had “done everything wrong” and made it much worse by treating with heat, i was ready to find the nearest meth lab to get some relief. instead i finally consented to medical treatment, which for back pain consists of seeing how far you can or can’t bend over then give you some pills. so now i’m rockin’ the oxycodone! let’s hear it for modern medicine! so i can barely walk but at least i can sleep. AND i may finally get my shot at my own intervention - just please don’t send Jeff VanVonderidiot!

Promises here i come!!