When Discs Ooze and Bulge

We're still waiting for the final diagnosis, but it looks like homey's got a slipped, aka herniated, aka bulging, aka oozing disc.

This is not actually my spine, nor my oozing disc. But you get the idea.

Oozing: that's my favourite descriptor of a pretty nasty condition that has me flat on my back popping narcotics for the next week.

Why me? Why now? Well, apparently it has something to do with my having achieved middle age. What a lovely birthday gift.

The fun part is that the cats and I get to birdwatch together. Yesterday there was a group of dark-eyed juncoes in the backyard. They are a funny, pugnacious little bird with a beautiful black and white tail that shows in flight. This morning there was an enormous blue jay on the front lawn. Harry seemed to know it was not to be messed with, and hung back a bit from the window. He ain't so dumb, you know.