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There's a lot of trash to take out, and wood to polish and we're talking a bunch of laundry, but I hurt my back somehow. I did it a week or two ago but I haven't said anything because I've hoped it would be a lingering soreness, something that would just go away. But it hasn't. It did for a few days, actually, and I felt really triumphant and went to a kickboxing class, but I aggravated it again somehow, probably lifting The Bug, who has got to be approaching twenty pounds now. All the surfaces from which you pick up a baby are these back-breaking heights, where it's impossible to use your knees because you're bending over a railing or something.
So now I limp around, and everything looks impossible. Something falls to the floor, I look at it with hate for awhile, then ignore it. My apartment looks like hell because I can't bend over without a lot of pain, can't lift, can't stand for too long, can't get comfortable anywhere. But in Mister Aran's office chair, I almost get a little respite.
If this were a real job, I'd call in sick.
posted by Samus @ 9:32 AM
3 Comments:
i reccomend chace unruh, d.c. -- he saved my life after i broke my neck and about gave up due to incredible bouts with pain.
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tell him sabrina cognata sent you and he will be gooderzinsky to you.
and yea, i just made up gooderzinsky.
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Whoa. You broke your neck? Holy shit. And what does DC mean?
chiropractor, yo!
and yes, i broked my neck. i was 19, broken and completely tragic. in retrospect it was kinda awesome--had anyone told me that at the time, i would probably have knifed them with a tampon.
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