I spent much of the Memorial Day weekend doing nothing besides taking drugs, but not in any sort of remotely recreational or positive way. Instead of spending the holiday weekend in indolence, I spent it in anguish, tormented by abdominal pain bad enough to send me to the hospital, supplemented by random lower-back spasms from Hell. It didn’t help, of course, that I’m basically a total pussy about this sort of stuff.

It’s no fun when it’s painful to stand, sit, lie down, or just plain exist. On the one hand, it’s good that I went offline during a long weekend instead of during the work week, with the attendant hassles of having to shuttle the kids to school, et cetera, regardless of whether I was well enough to actually go to work. On the other hand, it sucks, and sucks hard, that my three-day weekend was spent flopping around the house to the pity and consternation of all. So I guess number three finally landed with a vengeance.