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Demotions

    * Note: A sciatican is an inhabitant of the land of sciatica; a land where a vibrant young woman can resemble an off-his-game Quasimodo

    Dance Resume
    High School: Ballet, Jazz
    College: “Experience” with Ballet, Jazz, Tap
    Professional: Moves Well
    Mother: Moves sufficiently for 5 o’clock Living Room Putamayo Kids dance party
    Sciatic-an: Considering a walker (WITH TENNIS BALLS, WOOT!)

    Shoe Fashion
    High School: Deck Shoes
    College: Doc Martin boots (one size too big, and two huge square toes from cool)
    Professional: Heels from Parade of Cheap Ugly Shoes
    Mother: Bare dirty feet (gross, true)
    Sciatic-an: Danish-named, orthotic-enhanced hooves.

    Flexibility
    Five Years Old: Couldn’t touch toes
    College: 18 years old, couldn’t dance or touch toes but performed brilliantly in A Chorus Line with a bunch of other non-dancers. It’s a show about dancing.

    Professional: Gym Yoga delivered me to one big toe
    Mother: Clipping Toenails possible post Bikram Yoga
    Sciatic-an: Pedipaws and a pole required

    Aspirations
    High School: BroadWAY!
    College: Regional Theater
    Professional: Have a baby and get the hell out.
    Mother: Income
    Sciatic-an: Dress self

    Motto!
    High School: “I want a boyfriend”
    College: “Why do I still have this boyfriend?”
    Professional: “Marriage: My Bed is Warm”
    Mother: “Get these people out of my bed”
    Sciatic-an: “I can still twitter with bedsores!”

    Don’t worry people it’s not that bad. Okay it’s kinda bad. And I did not get vicodin. But don’t panic. We are not at a level Pay Pal.

    xoxo

    0 thoughts on “Demotions”

    1. listen, the whole damn point is to get vicodin! why have pain, if you aren’t going to exploit it for drugs? now, c’mon, you can do better… do not suffer valiantly (and humorously, i might add)… you’re giving the rest of us a bad name.

    2. How quickly our hopes and dreams are shattered! I, too, am a sciatican, so I can feel your pain… literally. Nothing that a trip to the chiropractor and mass quantities of Vicodin can’t take care of.

    3. Sorry you are in pain! I too had sciatica while I was pregnant and OMG it was terrible! I’d be walking around just fine and then DOH! to the ground I went. Fun stuff. Hang in there! And yeah, get those people OUT OF YOUR BED!

    4. I had that once. It came on as I was to embark on a 6-hour drive to San Francisco and settled nicely into my left leg. I just remember having to lift my leg off the gas to step on the brake and then lift it back onto the gas. For… 6… freakin’… hours… I know people who swear by Yoga and stretching classes. I swear by tequila and Vicodin.

    5. I’m so sorry! Once when my husband was on a week long business trip I threw my back out. The twins were still infants and that was the week they learned to sleep through the night. Not so hard to ignore “I want attention” screams when you can barely lift your water glass without wincing. It was nothing like sciatica though. I hope you’re on the mend soon!

    6. Yikes sounds painful. But funny. Not your pain, I mean the post. Very freaking funny. I don’t twitter, but that last line really made me laugh! ha! Feel better soon!

    7. I didn’t realize the sciatica has driven you to bed! Alleve is my new wonder drug for extended bouts of soreness/pain. I hope you are finding something (besides twitter) to make the pain go away. Poor thing! I’d bring you a big plate of chocolate chip cookies if I were there….

      I owe you big time on the “nursing sick friends” front.

      I’m only going to offer this once: Do you need me to guest post? 😉