Thanks to all of you for the well wishes. My back has settled back into it's normal amount of complaining, so I think I'll make it to Tuesday when I have the RF nerve block. Then I'll be in less pain or less a left leg, depending upon how the doc is that morning. This is the one that had his office raided by the FBI and some other law enforcement agencies early last month. He's one of only two pain management offices in town that take Medicare, and I can't have it done at the base hospital because I'm a retiree. So we'll see.

I spent most of the day in my Ikea chair, immobilized by my cat. I have this thick, warm knit throw and she thinks it's hers, too. At least I was able to catch up on the sleep that I missed from being in the ER.

Have meals planned out to Christmas. This year my daughter won't be around until Christmas night, so I won't have to make the cinnamon rolls that would put Cinnabon to shame as far as obliterating nutrition content. That leaves the dinner of spiced pineapple ham, bucket of roasted garlic mashed potatoes, and a few torched Brussels sprouts. And apple pie. I'm tasking my daughter for that. Not that I don't make a good apple pie, but I'm going to have enough to do.

Not having her until Christmas night means we also sleep in on Christmas Eve. That is one tradition I am glad to let go, although the temptation is there to open at least one present. I know most of my presents already, so having a warm jacket would be a good thing.

Lots of love and hugs to you all.