I’d much rather be running amok! amok! amok! amok! amok! but given that I am singularly unable to think about anything except how much pain my back is causing me right now… running aback! aback! aback! aback! aback! is all I’m capable of.
My back is one big ouchy. I can’t sit still, I can’t turn my head (makes driving interesting), I can’t brush my hair, my feet are occasionally numb.. I can’t even undo my own bra and my wrists are aching when I move my hands – that’s not normal right?
I went to see the quack today and he raced me off for some xrays to make sure nothing was proper broke like. And same as always, there’s no broken bones. I was almost wishing there was – at least then it would seem to make sense being in so much fucking pain. So the doctor does the predictable thing that every other doctor I’ve presented with back pain to does…. loads me up with drugs.
More anti-inflammatories and pain killers for the people I say!!!
Though you gotta wonder how good can this stuff be for you… if your doctor has to call some obscure government pharmaceutical control bureau for a ‘prescription approval for these sorts of quantities’. Surely that doesn’t bode well for the intestinal tract.
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