tic toc tic toc

Like sands through the hourglass... so are the Days of our Lives...  if that's not one the most depressing things I've ever heard, I don't know what is.  I remember the first time I actually paid attention to what that voice at the beginning of the soap was saying and I almost had an anxiety attack.  I envisioned my life flying by and not being able to return to any of my past or ever see again certain people again and I swear I couldn't breathe!  It took me a while to get over that one.  I wonder who the severly depressed maniac was who came up with such a catchy phrase.

This past Friday I was painfully reminded (literally) that I'm getting old.  It was the kids' last day of pre-school (I'm going to homeschool), and the big day of their end-of-school program. 

I'm such a pain in the ass at the moment, that my husband had to give up a big dinner in England where he would have met the Queen so he could be here for said big day.  Well, although I still insist that the program started before the supposed 11:30am  starting time, SJ and I got to the school to witness the last half of the last song.  By the time we were all set up with the camera and reached our daughter it was all over.  All of it was over and finished and out. 

What's more, on my way to Clara I bent down to pick up my purse and my back had a jolting pain on the lower right side.  I made it to where she was but sat down as soon as I got there.  Then my whole body just froze.  If I as much just breathed it hurt like crazy.  It felt like a never ending cramp that I could not make better no matter what I did.  The school director called 911 and I ended up in the ER, where my left side (lower though) started what the right side had already done.

Fortunately those ambulance guys are very intelligent and one of them helped me by moving my left leg.  Thank you Bill from the Carmel Fire Department!  Anyway (and to shorten this), I laid there for SO long my back stopped cramping and the muscles knotted up and froze in place.

So I lied to the nurse and told her if I didn't go home I would start to have withdrawals from my medicine so they let me go.  Otherwise I would probably still be lying there starved to death and dehydrated.

Feeling OLD,

G