Goats are just posh sheep. Don't scrap the barrel if you are going to catch a disease with some animal fun do it right. Jesus..
The sciatica it seems to have been caused by a combination of being assaulted by ice and a divvy electric scooter and the wife's new mega expensive mattress. (As in I paid for the fucker...). It was incredibly icy a few weeks ago and having a manual gearbox allows you to drive much more easiliy than most of the areas drivers. So having navigated black ice first thing in the morning from the night's ice storm I go to park near my work. Someone in a pique of mardyiness abandoned their electric scooter in the street where I wanted to park. I got out of the car and went to pick it up and move it not realising that they are actually way heavier than they look and slipped backwards on the ice at the same time. Falling I threw the scooter as far as could and it went all of 6 inches and landed on my arm and I crashed awkwardedly on the road. I think the neighbourhood thought there was a coyote loose (and yes there are wild ones in Chicago) as I howled in pain and turned into Quasimodo. As in I couldn't use my right arm all day because it was bruised as fuck. "The Bells!!!!".
Anyway, i made it through the work day with a gammy arm and a sore back and went home late at night. Wifey made me buy this new mattress for the house (I was perfectly happy with the one we had) for an insane amount of money. I cannot remember if it was $3500 or $5000. It's soft. With a slightly twisted pelvis, sleeping on that thing is a very bad idea. Since then I have been waking up in pain shooting down my leg. It has been gruesome. It was so bad I was forced to try find an alternative place to sleep and found that the futon was much harder and better. I am muddling through but for the first time in 28 years of marriage we are sleeping apart under the same roof. I think this is a bad idea. I have asked to change the mattress and she is fighting me. This is not going to end well.
The chiropractor is out of the country and I my neuromuscular therapy is a drunk and hardly available. The only thing I can do is work (as walking isn't terrible), and finding a way to sleep like Bela Lagosi if I am to share a bed again..
Bollocks.
Chicago: All twisted up.