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This is not how I wanted my first LJ post of 2005 to be. After a hol that managed to be both restful and sociable, my post should be of good cheer. Indeed, when I think of relaxing in the company of

falco_biarmicus and neil sans lj

evilwillow,

cyanidemigraineand more friends of the lj free kind, I feel my mood lifting already. I should be happy and I must be healthy cos I have lots of work to do. But.

It's me bleedin' back, guvnor. In general, my back is a hardy hardworking piece of equipment. It has only ever given me real gyp once, Christmas morning years ago, when for some reason the whole thing locked up overnight and I greeted the dawn in a state of paralysis style cramp, desperately needing the loo. The cramp had reached my throat muscles and I croaked incoherently through 10 minutes in a grotesque game of charades, until my mother finally got the picture and got me to the bathroom. Sat on the toilet, I then faced the challenge of undoing my jeans and pulling my pants down (when it comes to help, my family go so far and then kind of blank out. Which is OK with me under the circumstances.) It was an interesting Christmas.

My back is in a similar state this morning, though obviously less intense or I wouldn't be writing this. Breathing out is a total bastard, and bending down is out of the question. There goes my love life! Actually, there goes everything. I feel very evil indeed.

Chum has suggested it might be a symptom of suppressed emotional rigidity and stubbornness. I pointed out that I am stubborn and stupid about a great many things, and there is no particular reason why my back should cramp up now as opposed to yesterday or the day before. She paused for a moment.

'Maybe it's cumulative,' she said brightly. That's right, focus on the positive.

Time for a bath. Hello 2005. Improve at once or get lost.