By now, you've probably read THIS?
I'll keep it short today as I'm still recovering from wrenching my neck in a very bad way. Three hours in the urgent care and all they gave me was a shot of a muscle relaxer and some weaker-than-aspirin medication to go home with because the patient *might* become addicted to anything that would actually help. Oh, and a crazy high bill because in America you shell out for health insurance and still end up paying anyway. So yay, me. I'm a little crabby.
I can only turn my neck in one direction-this one. Damn, I really ought to clean that mirror, but I'm not going to be stretching my arms to do it any time soon. I also need a tooth dealt with, but I guess I won't be leaning my head back either-not for a while. Anyway, as I now have all this time on my hands to think about important stuff like black tights and social class, I now know where I stand on something I wasn't aware required consideration. Solidarity!
Vintage kilt-New Life Thrift
Vintage 60's scowling face sans-makeup-Mostly Mum, a little bit Dad,
Fragrance-Violetta di Parma (and lots of it, because Aromatherapy is probably more helpful than anything I was treated with at the Urgent Care)
Wow, am I cranky today.
Viva la Black Tights, Comrades!