Well, I can blame part of it on him, at least.

A few weeks ago, I had a brain MRI.  I woke that day with my sciatica
kicking in -- what fun.  It was so bad, they offered me a wheelchair to
get to the MRI machine!

So the next day, Jack is wrapping himself around my feet.  Tightly.  And
with me being already shaky on my feet, I, of course, did the klutzy
thing, and accidentally partly stepped in a metal cat bowl with my left
foot, leaving it painful, bruised and swollen.

As if all that wasn't bad enough, somehow (probably from chasing Jack
around -- it is his fault, you know) I got a horrible pain in my left
thigh.  And I mean, even with the help of a cane borrowed from a friend,
I was screaming at each step.

Dr. says I have tendonitis in the foot, lumbago, and a sprained muscle
in my thigh.

It's all Jack's fault.  Honest.

Ginger-lyn
finally on pain meds, though not the good stuff (darn!)

Purrs to everyone needing them, as I got behind yet again.