Jul 12, 2008 20:15
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So, I might as well make a post about this. I managed to screw up my right shoulder/back somehow--absolutely no idea how--and so I've been in constant pain since Monday. I've been to the doctor, was x-rayed (nothing broken), and then was given some pain meds and told not to lift anything that weighs more than 10 lbs, and that if it still hurt a week later to come in for an MRI. Right now they apparently think it's a muscle spasm and microtearing, but that doesn't explain why, because I wasn't doing any strenuous physical activities recently.
Anyway, despite the pain meds AND some Tylenol, I was still hurting last night, so my mum (who's a nurse, so no worries) gave me some pain med of hers that she said was supposed to make me drowsy.
...I stayed up ALL NIGHT WRITING, and looking over what I wrote, you can't even tell I was on meds--I didn't notice any weird side effects at all...until I started getting ready for my nine-hour workday today. I was veeeery wobbly, out of it, and really just...stoned on pain meds. And if that's ANYTHING like being stoned for real, I'm now even MORE adamant about wanting nothing to do with any kind of drugs EVER. My mum actually had to drive me to work today, and that's where the funny came in.
Exhibit A:
Me: *looking sadly (and semi-blearily) down at the sling my arm was in to keep some stress off my shoulder* "...This sling doesn't match my outfit at all. I shoulda worn my BLUE dress!" *dissolves into helpless giggles*
Mutti: "..."
Exhibit B:
[a bright red car with this HUGE fin on its tail passes us on the interstate--it srsly looked like it had a fin on top of its fin]
Me: *stares after it* "...Wow, they must really like fins...Hn, they must have an affin--affin--affin--nation--affination...af...affin..." *visibly struggling for the word*
Mutti: "...'Affinity'?"
Me: "YEAH. THAT'S THE ONE. An AFFINITY for them!" *dissolves into helpless giggles once again*
...And I don't remember much of what happened after that until I got to work, which was kinda dull since I just had to sit behind the desk because I can't really shelve with my arm in a sling, and I had about 30 people ask me what I'd done to my arm. One of them was this one kid who comes there pretty often, and I give him some good-natured but very older-sibling-esque trouble, so I told him (and also another patron who asked later on), "Oh, my manager did this to me. I forgot to say 'Have a nice day!' after helping someone with their books, so she was all 'NO. HOW DARE YOU FORGET THAT', and then she THREW me over the desk. It was crazy, you shoulda seen it."
Kid: *ttly disbelieving* (...and I seriously would've been worried if he hadn't been) "Uh-huh. You just don't wanna tell me."
Me: *still deadpanning* "Okay, fine, I'll tell you the truth. I had yesterday off, you know? So since I had time, I thought I'd just swim across the Atlantic to visit one of my friends in England, but as I was crossing the Appalachian Mountains on my way to the ocean, I got into a fight with this huge bear, and threw out my shoulder when I threw him off the top of the mountain."
Kid: "...This is your way of telling me that it's really none of my business, isn't it?"
Me: "You got it." ^-^
...Alright, it's time for dinner, more pain meds, and watching Casablanca with Vati for the first time STFU YES I KNOW THAT'S TERRRIBLE.
further proof that i don't have a soul,
this is one reason why i don't do drugs,
library stories,
hahaha i win,
insomnia,
pain meds are not my friend