IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY

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THE ATTACK OF THE KILLER SCIATIC NERVE

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I was going along, swimmingly. I wanted to walk my daughter down the aisle sans limp from a gimpy left leg. My first sciatic nerve flare up had put me on my back to stew over my fate, and hope that my gait was unnoticeable. But, there lingered that tell-tale thump as my foot contacted the earth. I looked good; sounded like a Clydesdale.

Thankfully, I had worked out most of the kinks before the day. Rest and meds, stretches and patience. (Lots of patience. No one likes an impatient patient!)

Mission accomplished. Which is why I can’t get too upset that my nerve and back went AWOL this morning. More rest, more pain suppressants, more stretching, more of being a patient.

Day-by-day is my self-prescribed dosage. If I feel better tomorrow, then I’m headed in the right direction. If I don’t, this bastard’s going into dry-dock until ALL the barnacles are scraped off. Whatever the outcome, there’s no way I admit that this ship has sailed.

Hand me the remote control!

 

Author: Walter J. Wojtanik

2010 Poet Laureate of Writer's Digest.com/Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge. Author of WOOD, a collection of poetry. Playwright of TAKING UP SPACE, CHANGING WITH THE SEASONS and SKETCHES IN STILL LIFE. Short story and flash fiction writer. One heckuva nice guy.

One thought on “THE ATTACK OF THE KILLER SCIATIC NERVE

  1. I feel your pain. Hope you feel better soon.

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