My neck and my back

Ouch! I have injured my back somehow... Get your mind out of the gutter! I have no idea how I injured it, it literally came outta nowhere Nasty McPervykins. I have iced it, heated it and acetominophened it to death. I even took a day off of work... but to no avail. I am still in considerable pain. So I am making the dreaded visit to the doctor. No, I do not like the doctor at all... they usually cannot give you a conclusive diagnosis but somehow they always want their fee in a conclusive rendering (i.e. cash, check or charge).

I hate the hurry up and wait of it all. I hate the smell (a dose of sickness with high notes of hand sanitizers and band-aids). I hate the lack of good reading literature (you're never gonna find the latest version of InStyle or Essence but they will inevitably have some ratty Good Housekeepings circa 2002). And last but not least, I hate the cacophony of chaps (read: kids) running around unsupervised, coughing, snotting, crying and whining all over the place.

However, after two days of back pain, I am willing to overlook my intense dislike for seeing the doctor in hopes getting temporary relief from this nagging pain until my body can heal itself. Yes, I seek the almighty muscle relaxer yall. Now before you go calling 1-800-Charter, I am simply stating that I already know that Dr. Homeslice will have limited guestimates (read: what you get paid over 100K to do on a daily basis) about my prognosis and will lean to my inifinite understanding. Anyway, we'll do the "Hey-little-angry-black-lady-what-happened-does-it-hurt-here-hmmm-let's see-I-don't-know-oh-well-I-gotta-hurry-up-here's-your-prescription-see-me-if-it-gets-any-worse" 10 minute doctor/patient dance.

So we're off to see the wizard, the wondeful wizard of...
muscle realxers! LOL!