But last night, I almost wished I was. Needless to say, the back strain, and the sciatica, particularly, have not cleared up magically overnight. They have, in fact, worsened to the point that I can't even sit or recline comfortably. And driving? Driving is an exercise in misery. Yesterday morning, I honest to god thought I had left something in my driver's seat, and reached underneath my butt to dig it out. There was nothing there. The feeling of sitting on rocks was coming simply from my knotted up glutes. Nice. I did go to the doctor yesterday, and got my own prescription for the drug I was "borrowing" from a friend (so it's a felony--sue me), plus some steroids. But so far, I have to say, I am still quite miserable.
Have you ever had sciatica? Any magical, miracle cures to offer? I have been told about the wondrous healing powers of apple cider vinegar, and I plan to try that as soon as I can drag myself back into the grocery store. I am open to any and all suggestions. I've got three more performances to get through later this week, and my masseuse (New Guy) is out of town all week.
And now, if you will excuse me, the hunching over my desk and moaning won't do itself.