Val Is Incapacitated and In the Dark

Once again, Val is missing her errand day. As well as missing a regular scratcher trip to town the previous day. The Universe is SO UNFAIR!

Wednesday started as a normal day. Hick left around 6:15. I drifted off to sleep while sitting on the short couch watching my murder shows. When I got up around 8:45, I could barely walk! It was more like lurching from handhold to handhold, crying with pain. A sharp pain that shot through my left rumpus cheek, down into my left leg, with my left foot kind of tingly like it was falling asleep.

Oh, how it hurt. I could barely make it to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to take my morning meds and wash dishes. I found that by leaning over at the waist, and balancing just right, the pain would ease. If I tried to stand straight, or walk without clinging to stationary objects, that sharp shooting pain would return. It was unbearable.

I was hoping I had just strained a muscle, and it would get better. Like when I sometimes get another mysterious injury, and it goes away in a couple days. I remembered that a couple days ago, I was shifting around on the couch, and felt a sharp pain in that same area. It was fine as long as I didn't try to lift my leg and move like that again.

Of course I consulted Dr. Google. My symptoms pointed to sciatica. My sister had it at Christmas. She got a steroid shot, and eventually recovered. I was hoping that maybe I had indeed just strained a muscle, and that maybe there was swelling that affected my nerve. I knew I couldn't make it to town that day. My major goal was the bathroom and back. I called Hick.

"If you haven't started home yet, could you bring me some crossword tickets? I can't make it to town. I hurt my rumpus sitting on the couch!"

"I'm over in the shed, getting some electric wire. I might go back to town later, but right now I'm going to mow."

"You don't care about my rumpus???"

"Well... I care. You can talk about it if you want to."

"I can't believe you'd rather MOW THE YARD than talk about my rumpus!"

"Go ahead. I'm here."

"No. I don't want to now."

Hick mowed, then got in POOLIO. Never did go back to town. But got stung by a wasp in POOLIO. Still, he wasn't incapacitated like ME.

Oh, and Hick still didn't bring home a menu from the Senior Center. Nor a light bulb for my recessed floodlight over the kitchen counter. He's known about that one for a month, since it started flickering, and went out two weeks later. There's also a fluorescent light out under the cabinets. That one might be going on a year now.

I am starting to think that I am not Hick's #1 priority...