Saw a great bumper sticker yesterday: "I --heart-- carbs." I heart carbs, myself, and have never groked the whole fad of cutting them completely out of one's diet. I mean, where would I be without rice or potatoes, never mind the delectables--brownies or cake or chips? And "low carb" versions of the above seem, well, absurd. If you don't heart carbs, and are going to treat them like lepers at the dinner table, then don't fricken have 'em at all.

But maybe that's just me.

In other news, I'm due to get a needle in the back tomorrow, which will hopefully cut down some on the excrutiating pain I've been in for much of the last 5 years. If it doesn't work, there's surgery to look forward to.

Yay.

The special part, of course, is that I can't take any anti-inflammatories for three days beforehand, which means no advil, alleve, or my favorite--vicodin with a side order of acetominophen. I'm looking a bit like the lead from a Hugo novel, all hunched up and no place to go.

It could be worse. I could be in Pittsburgh.


UPDATE:

The needle actually went through my neck to the spine, and if you don't think that's gross, you've never had to describe it to co-workers over dinner. I'm achey and tired today, where I was feeling my oats yesterday, but the Docs said that was to be expected. And once more, vicodin is my friend.