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Yes, I am alive. As to whether I am well, remains to be seen. It seems that I, at the tender age of 25, have managed to throw my back out.
I was playing with my nephew Thursday morning (I had the day off of work and was going to begin painting the nursery for my sister's tummy lizard), and he managed to grab my arms, jump, and snap my body forward with all 70 pounds of him. It hurt so bad that I would cry and scream whenever I had to be lifted or try to walk. And I am no sissy when it comes to pain, believe me. Long story short, paramedics take me to the ER, x-ray's reveal a small tear of the back muscle. Some morphine, flexodil, and valium later, I'm in bed after my husband carried me up two flights of stairs to our apartment. I rode the waves of valium slumber until 11 a.m. the next day. Called work, told them what happened, and I hope to be okay to go back to work by tuesday. Some holiday weekend. Well, on the bright side, they sent me home with enough vicodin, valium, and muscle relaxers to put Courtney Love to shame.
So...how's your weekend going?
I was playing with my nephew Thursday morning (I had the day off of work and was going to begin painting the nursery for my sister's tummy lizard), and he managed to grab my arms, jump, and snap my body forward with all 70 pounds of him. It hurt so bad that I would cry and scream whenever I had to be lifted or try to walk. And I am no sissy when it comes to pain, believe me. Long story short, paramedics take me to the ER, x-ray's reveal a small tear of the back muscle. Some morphine, flexodil, and valium later, I'm in bed after my husband carried me up two flights of stairs to our apartment. I rode the waves of valium slumber until 11 a.m. the next day. Called work, told them what happened, and I hope to be okay to go back to work by tuesday. Some holiday weekend. Well, on the bright side, they sent me home with enough vicodin, valium, and muscle relaxers to put Courtney Love to shame.
So...how's your weekend going?