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Paaaaiiiin.
Something is wrong with me. Seriously, wrong.
And no, I don't mean I am crazy in the head.
My back? Fuckin hurts like a bitch. So much that as soon as the clock hits 1am, I am so taking prescription painkillers. I'd take them sooner, but then I'd just vomit from having over-the-counter painkillers in my system still. Oh, and before y'all suggest it - for those of you who aren't sick of my whining - I have tried heat, ice, massage, changing positions, lifting my legs, etc. Nothing is helping.
I can't move without taking three times as long as it should, or getting Chris' help. And even then, I'm almost in tears.
Oooh. And. and - I refuse to see a doctor tonight because ER visits are too expensive.
Don't get me wrong, I'll go to urgent care in the morning. That's only a $20 co-pay and the bill they send won't make my parents, who help with the medical bills, die of shock. But, until morning, I will suffer through. I will cry and freak out until i 1am, then i will take my Roxicet (Perkaset) with some tylenol PM until the alarm wakes me at 6:30am, to go into urgent care.
Although, knowing how Urgent Care and I function, though. They'll tell me nothing is wrong, or that I just need antibiotics. They'll write a note for my work that says I went in to see them, not that I shouldn't be at work, or on my feet. No, just saying I was there. As though that matters when I'm supposed to be at my retail job for 7 hours.
Yah.
I swear, there will be a point when I am on LJ to tell the world about something happy. I will have an excuse to use those smiley icons.
..... I have an appointment to work on my wedding album with the photographer on Sunday. That's sorta some good.
?
*shrug*
Something is wrong with me. Seriously, wrong.
And no, I don't mean I am crazy in the head.
My back? Fuckin hurts like a bitch. So much that as soon as the clock hits 1am, I am so taking prescription painkillers. I'd take them sooner, but then I'd just vomit from having over-the-counter painkillers in my system still. Oh, and before y'all suggest it - for those of you who aren't sick of my whining - I have tried heat, ice, massage, changing positions, lifting my legs, etc. Nothing is helping.
I can't move without taking three times as long as it should, or getting Chris' help. And even then, I'm almost in tears.
Oooh. And. and - I refuse to see a doctor tonight because ER visits are too expensive.
Don't get me wrong, I'll go to urgent care in the morning. That's only a $20 co-pay and the bill they send won't make my parents, who help with the medical bills, die of shock. But, until morning, I will suffer through. I will cry and freak out until i 1am, then i will take my Roxicet (Perkaset) with some tylenol PM until the alarm wakes me at 6:30am, to go into urgent care.
Although, knowing how Urgent Care and I function, though. They'll tell me nothing is wrong, or that I just need antibiotics. They'll write a note for my work that says I went in to see them, not that I shouldn't be at work, or on my feet. No, just saying I was there. As though that matters when I'm supposed to be at my retail job for 7 hours.
Yah.
I swear, there will be a point when I am on LJ to tell the world about something happy. I will have an excuse to use those smiley icons.
..... I have an appointment to work on my wedding album with the photographer on Sunday. That's sorta some good.
?
*shrug*