Apparently I have what my doctor calls a "fragile" back.
Anyway, with the pain meds, the muscle relaxers, and the anti-inflammatories, I have been in an altered stage of consciousness for a week. One of my great aunts used to describe this feeling of not-quite-being-in-ones-body as being swimmy-headed, and that describes it about as well as anything.
However, despite all that, I have made it into work every day. I cooked and hosted our family Thanksgiving feast yesterday--Dearly Beloved and I will have a less extensive and intensive version on the real Thanksgiving Day--and I managed to get two more of my Barbara Jackson Williamsburg ornaments stitched.
Obviously, neither is finish-finished. If my back continues to improve, that may happen during the long holiday week-end. I have Friday off as well as Thursday, and I am planning to do a little bit of Christmas prep while I'm at home.
Assuming I'm over the fear of moving the wrong way and having to be swimmy headed again.