I'm feeling a little useless these days. My back is still all screwed up and it feels weird not to be able to get up and move around without help. Master is very good to me and has been providing a lot of support both physical and otherwise. He stayed home from work on Friday to help me out since I am having trouble getting up and down from the couch and finding it hard to walk without help.
It looks like I'm off for a little while longer, too. I was given 3-7 days off work from the doctor with the understanding that I know how I feel and can go back at any time within that window if I feel up to it. I do have to get a doctor to say I'm okay enough but the doc said that if I feel up to going in before he sees me that he can backdate my paperwork so that the workman's comp board is satisfied.
I'm better today. The meds they gave me are pretty strong (a narcotic, a muscle relaxant and something that seems like a veterinary grade anti-inflammatory) but they are working. I'm not overly stoned either, or at least I haven't been after the first day or so. With luck, my back will continue to improve and I can cut the medication out as soon as possible.
It's funny. A lot of people see this kind of relationship as abusive, that because I cater to Master whenever I can that it's unbalanced and that I don't get much out of it. If they saw how well he looks after me, how he supports me, I would be willing to bet that they might change their opinion a little. Or not. I don't really care. I know the truth of it and that's all that matters.
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