LET'S DANCE! MY BACK IS BETTER!

Okay. I'd love to say that my back is at 100% but, well....it hasn't been 100% since I was discharged from the army, more like...65% but when my back "went out" on me I was at a measly 20%.

That's crappy. Just enough to sit up. But now? Now I'm back to how I was before and I am way more relaxed as well.

Whew!!!

*Happy Dance*

DANCE WITH ME! LOL.

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It's Better! Oh...Maybe Not!

I woke up at 7 this morning because my phone was playing "E.T." by Katy Perry. I had text messages, emails, and comments alerts. With a smile I gingerly sat up and realized my back wasn't hurting!

Whoopee!!!

Then in a classic "Vic" move (Because Veronica is smart enough to know better) I went to reach for the phone and felt pain in my back. Duller, not as sharp or breathtaking but still quite noticeable.

Shit.

I was supposed to go to a jewelry party tonight so I HAVE to get better. At the same time I don’t want to make my back worse than it already is.

I'm not THAT stupid!

So I want to thank you all for the tweets, comments, emails, and messages on GR. My back is BETTER than yesterday though still not back to what it was when I was my happily, creative "VeeVee self".

I'll get there though. I'm going to try and get some more sleep.

Blog ya later!

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I May Be a Bitch, But I'm a Wuss Too

I don’t do pain.

Oh don't get me wrong. I love to be spanked. I like a little pleasure with my pain. But I am a Dom. I am the one holding the whip and the nipple clamps and the cock ring.

Sometimes I like a lot of pain with my pleasure but those moments are rare. Precious. Sacred...and I can count them on one hand.

But when it comes to physical pain? I am a big ass wuss! I grunt, moan and groan (and not in a good way). I hiss. Sometimes my eyes fill with liquid (not tears, liquid).

So why am I telling you this? Because today while I was talking to my new friend Sidney I went to stand up from my chair, to grab a soda from the fridge, and a sharp pain in my lower back had me gasping and falling to the floor. I couldn't stand, sitting upright hurt all I could do was crawl.

I crawled to my phone to tell my Marmie and younger sis (who graduated with a degree as a Hospital Administrator) and friend Keesha. I was told to soak in a hot bath and to take a muscle relaxer.

I crawled to the bathroom and then filled up the tub. I crawled into the tub (lovely visual huh? How many of you wanted the image of my naked body crawling on the bathroom floor in your heads? Anyone? No one? *Crickets* Yep, just what I thought).

I moaned the whole way.

You know I was lucky that I was discharged from the Army 86 days before I deployed because with my luck I would have been shot, fallen to ground and cried like a baby.

Because I cried the day I got hurt.

So today is DEFINITELY a Veronica day. NOT a Vic day.

I am still soaking in the tub, still in pain....

And yes, still moaning.

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