Not exactly lost under the fuckitude of my back injury - because that was large, painful, and easy to identify - was a more insidious thing - a lump under my chin, which is now proceeding along the underside of my right jaw.
When every fucking paragraph on a site that isn't WebMD has the fucking c word, even I get nervous. I'm seeing an E/N/T specialist on Tuesday, because a week's worth of antibiotics and anti-inflammatories have not only failed to knock it back, it's worse today than it was Wednesday.
Fuck forty, right in its goat ass.
On the upside, I was able to squat 255 6x3 without pain (and without my belt) yesterday, and am second in my hockey league (and my team) in scoring... we might be getting in an extra game (next week had initially been vacant, but it's been filled with an extra game, or maybe things just got bumped up a week).
Tiny is very, very pregnant, so I may try to bring her in to the "old" bathroom to have her kittens. Batting around a possible naming convention for them, but am not letting the cats out of that particular bag, literally, until they're hatched.