My Aching Back: Part 1

I'm thirty-three today. And my back hurts. Actually, it started hurting on March 26, two days before Mia was born.

Today, I went to the doctor's, and was prescribed two medicines: Naproxen (taken twice daily), and Cyclobenzaprine (taken once daily, before bed). I'll report back on how these work, but the doctor did say that if after a week my back wasn't feeling better, I'd probably have to undergo some physical therapy.

Thirty-three

Tomorrow will be my birthday. I'll be thirty-three.

My mother-in-law is in town this week, to help with the new baby. She presented me with a new golf bag (from Izzo) and I'm delighted. With today's start of The Masters, the gift puts me in a great frame of mind.

Dropping My Palm

I dropped my Palm Pilot VII this morning, in a fit of clumsiness. It was outside of its carrying case, and the crash and clatter of the device as it hit my kitchen tile was scary. The stylus, batteries, and battery cover were separated quite dramatically.

So this is the part where I say that I haven't synchronized the contents of my Palm Pilot since March 22. I was worried that it wouldn't even turn on.

Quickly, I put it all back together. And in amazement, it worked! Hurray! The Palm Pilot case is remarkably sturdy. David Pogue in PalmPilot: The Ultimate Guide, 2nd Edition says "The glass screen, the electronics inside, and the dark-gray case usually withstand desk-height drops." Definitely.