Monday, June 18, 2007

If I was a horse, they'd shoot me

Yesterday afternoon, I was going through a large Rubber-Maid tote of my summer clothes. When I was done, I lifted the tote off the bed and turned to put it back into the space between my desk and freezer, but I misjudged the distance and caught the corner of the freezer, interupting my fluid motion and jarring my back. I felt an intense jolt of pain through my entire left side, stood there for a second and then dropped like a tonne of bricks.

I stayed still for a moment, thinking ok, I just need a minute here and I'll be ok, but I was pretty much fucked. And the pain has gotten consistently worse since then. I took a hot shower, no help. Thought maybe if I walked around (and spent money) I might feel better but no luck. So I came home and spent the rest of the afternoon on a ice-pack and heavy doses of Advil gel caps. By nighttime, I was pretty much in some of the worst pain I can remember.

This morning, I can barley walk - yet somehow can blog. I am not sure if I need a chiropractor or massage therapist but I have to do something about this before I'm put down or start making friends with the dealers downtown here.

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