Monkey on My Back

Have been in a bad way since around the time I went to Provincetown: My sciatic nerve has been hurting like a motherf**ker whenever I try to stand up or sit down -- it's oddly not that painful while sitting or lying -- and no amount of painkillers, muscle relaxers and anti-inflammatories has been able to lessen it. In fact, it's gotten measurably worse since I've seen multiple doctors and started taking meds. I finally had an MRI yesterday -- had to remove my penile implant before I got in the thing -- and should hear back no later than Monday. It's been pretty frightening -- you feel really vulnerable on crowded sidewalks when you realize one false move could have you could be splayed out in the sidewalk screaming in agony -- so I've been trying to take it easy. (Not easy with so much going on here and in my life.) Although slipped disks are extremely common, I'm actually more nervous than I usually am when I get medical test results. A sweet friend of mine recently found out he had a tumor the size of a golf ball in his spine that was causing his back pain, so my imagination has been running wild at night, and not in a good way. Will keep you posted.