Tuesday, June 27, 2006

I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled

My back is so messed up right now I'm taking the day off work to deal with it and rest. Yesterday I was in so much pain, and not even THREE ibuprofens made a dent. (I have it on good authority that four is the actual safe maximum, but don't take my word for it, ask your doc.) I could barely think straight so used a little graphics project at work to stay as focussed on other stuff as possible. I got it done, but all afternoon I fantasized about going home early and drinking myself into a numbed stupor. I'd have tried the eeeevil Robaxacet, but that stuff just makes me high (in a bad way), and does not do much else.

This morning, I woke up and puttered a bit, lined up some appointments, felt sorry for myself, and then cooked up a huge hamburger for breakfast, which I ate sans bun and with loads of worcestershire sauce and ketchup, followed by a hearty bowl of Crispix and blueberries with soy milk.

I can already feel my life force returning.

1 Comments:

At June 27, 2006 2:35 PM, Blogger The Dude said...

Banjee, my back is also fracked up today. Maybe it's International Hurtin' Back And Whinging Day? I had to steal V's organic cotton cherry pit bunny last night to apply heat to the creaking back. If you can steal one, I highly recommend it.

 

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