By TheOttawacker

My view for 48 hours

And so it came to pass that, discomfited by a bad night's sleep, my sciatic nerve kicked me into touch and broke my resistance.

Incapable of moving without squealing (no change there), I moved to bed. 48-hours of immobility and pain have taught me humility; the importance of a proper pillow; the number of little specks on the ceiling (more than you might think); and just how much I hate the fan over the bed. I mean, what happens if it falls?

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