Wirey
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She bought a foam pad for it, which started giving me a sore lower back. That developed into back spasms, necessitating a trip to the emergency room (I literally couldn't walk) and a prescription for Oxycodone. The pills are sitting on my counter because I'm terrified of them. I haven't been posting because this is the first time in 10 days I could walk down the stairs to the basement and get at the computer. On the bright side, I was supposed to get a contract extension at work and this queered it. I hated that crap hole.
As an aside, you want to have a fun morning? Spend three days constipated because of the injection you got for pain, and then squeeze out a two footer that's so dry it could absorb sand while all the muscles in your lower back jump and clench so painfully that you actually yell and almost fall off. It's like Satan is sizing up your butthole for a garbage can and using a rib spreader to check if he can get his leg in there, too.
So, who missed my gentle prose?
As an aside, you want to have a fun morning? Spend three days constipated because of the injection you got for pain, and then squeeze out a two footer that's so dry it could absorb sand while all the muscles in your lower back jump and clench so painfully that you actually yell and almost fall off. It's like Satan is sizing up your butthole for a garbage can and using a rib spreader to check if he can get his leg in there, too.
So, who missed my gentle prose?