God, why do you hate me so?

May 28, 2006 13:36

My back has gone out.  I knew this was coming, I knew it last night/this morning when I went to bed.  Still, dishes needed doing, and bending over the dishwasher was a mistake about twenty minutes ago.  Now I'm lying on the couch with my legs almost perpendicular to the rest of my body, because it's the only way my back will stop screaming.  I'm out of Soma, which I really need, and my Naprosyn is in the basement bathroom, where I can't go because I can't take stairs.

Fuck me Freddy.

I suppose it could be worse.  I could be stuck downstairs where there is no food.  At least up here I have the couch and the fans and food and drink (lots of wine!) and my puter and a book.  I'll be ok.  I'm hoping that, just by lying here off of my feet for a few hours, it'll loosen up a little and allow me to get downstairs to some pain relievers.

I hate my back, I really do.  And it hates me as well, apparently.

I crave hot chocolate.

Oh, and I'm not having babies right now.  Confirmed that today.  On top of all else that's going wrong with today, I now have that to deal with as well.  Oh well, better than the alternative nine months of swollen ankles, nausea, and running to the bathroom as though my life depended on it.  Hurray for no babies, no babies for me!

That is all.

my back, pain, god hating me, babies

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