Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I'm a bit jinxed
I seem to be going through a very unlucky phase at the moment - last week I fell up the basment steps and my right leg is now covered in bruises and at the weekend I was out doing some shopping, decided not to get a trolley, dragged an increasingly heavy shopping bag around and finally felt something snap in my back when I hoisted the bag from the ground into the car. I've always had a bit of a weakness in my back - in fact I am one disc short in my neck region. About 22 years ago I had a bad prolapse on Cervical 5 (at the base of the neck) and it had to be removed and a spinal fusion done. I'm okay most of the time, it just means I can't look up at the sky very well or turn my head round very easily - but it does mean that there is a general weakness in the spine (I could actually do a whole blog post on the saga of the pain that led to the operation - I had an MRI done when there was just one place in the whole of the UK that could do it; I also had to have a brain surgeon perform the op because the offending disc was at the base of the brain -more about that another time).
So, the gammy leg and the fact that my back is killing me means of course that I am due to go to the French festival tomorrow that I blogged about here. In spite of the fact that I am existing on pain killers and back gel I am determined to hobble around this venue and kill time until 7.30 when The Killers (it's their singer, Brandon Flowers, in the photos above) come on stage, followed at 9.15 by Mr Springsteen who is due to play until midnight.
We will be setting off around 2pm and it will be the longest that our two bichons will ever have been alone. If Poppy the nutty rescue with mental problems wasn't so difficult I would ask a neighbour to come in and play with them, but she is so bizarre that I cannot take the chance. They really are better left to their own devices (sorry for any Pet Shop Boys earworms that now occur) and they will have been walked and will have full tummies. I'll also leave the television on for them so it will not be very quiet - they are more excitable when there is silence outside because it makes the neighbouring returning cars more noticeable and the dogs more excited.
Believe it or not the French festival authorites have banned cameras (go figure) but I am planning to smuggle one in inside my bra. People are searched going in but I'm sure nobody is going to be shoving their hands inside my underwear. If they do you can be sure I will blog about it.