The nausea has subsided, but my back pain is both raging and spectacular. I’ve been treating it with a heated Magic Bag at night and many drugs during the day, but it doesn’t seem to be doing much other than upsetting my already delicate stomach. I forgot my trusty Advil this morning, so I had to go to the store to buy a bottle of something – that something being Tylenol ULTRA RELIEF, which promises to, among other things, whiten my whites and make me more alluring to the opposite sex. I’d give all that up in a heartbeat if it would make my back stop hurting, though – what good will white whites and sexy times do me when I’m hunched over and moaning in pain?

Ed and I are taking tomorrow off from work in the name of errands. Among the things I plan to accomplish are a doctor’s appointment in which I demand to be placed on the free-for-all surgical list because I can’t afford to pay $3000 per foot; taking Ed’s broken DS to the Nintendo depot for fixin’; returning our empty bottles to the other, less fun depot to start our anniversary vacation fund; a haircut; removing furniture from our bedroom and donating it to whoever wants it; hunting for a Wii, meatballs. It’s pretty lame to take an entire day off to do all this, but I figger we can spend some Quality Time as well as tackle all the little things we SHOULD do but just never seem to get around to actually doing on account of our both being really lazy. There are even some Bonus Tasks we could do – sign up for memberships with the North Shore rec centres, laundry, buy a pug, hunt down the specific and fancy shampoo I require – our list of things we need to do is endless.

We’re also supposed to go to Victoria to see my mom, but I am a bad human and at times also a logical one. My back hurts, see. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but it does. When we go to my mom’s house, I have to sleep on the world’s most uncomfortable leather loveseat. If my back didn’t hurt before going to my mom’s, it certainly would afterward – I don’t even want to think about the pain I’d be in if I tried to sleep on that thing in my current condition. The trip to see mom will have to wait, and it’s a shame because I really could use some guilt shoes. Perhaps the following weekend? We shall see, no?

I am going to make up an itemized list of things we need to do tomorrow, arranged by location and distance from the previous task. Super Anal – it’s not just a porn series, it’s my LIFE.