I spent the morning lying on a heating pad and praying for death, waiting to hear one word back from the HR woman I had emailed earlier. The email that said “I want to come back, I can haz lumbar pillowz?” Never heard back from her, but around noon I decided that I was bored enough, back to work with me! I had taken my muscle relaxer (which doesn’t help AT ALL, so I’m taking it for a placebo effect. Before you ask: no. no it doesn’t work that way, either) and was ready to roll. In my car. Because my back does not want MARTA right now. Carbon footprint be damned, as long as i’m hunched like a little old lady, I will drive! Don’t think I could take the lurching stops and starts (and middles) of a train right now, anyway. More »
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Last night I floated on a dreamy cloud of percocet. No worries…the percocet makes evvvvverything all better. Maybe my back wasn’t so bad after all! I feel great! Kev brought me crab rangood and made me pasta! LIFE IS SO GREAT!
And then I woke up this morning, long after the percocet wore off, and hobbled my ass over the doctor’s office. Ow. ow ow ow ow…ow. More »
Yesterday my back felt weird. Like I had cramps, but it wasn’t cramps. Weird. I took aleve. It didn’t help. Must have slept in a bad position
This morning I woke up still feeling funny. I decided to suck it up and go to work. I had to stand for a few stops on the marta train, and thought I might pass out. That can’t be good. Is the pain shooting down my right leg? Yes it is! I shall suck it up. Once I get to my office, I will be fine. Just fine. I need to find a comfy position, that’s all.
My office-mate, briefly back from her exile to the warehouse, thought it sounded like a pinched nerve. Aimee, via email, thought it sounded like a pinched sciatic nerve.
I CAN TOUGH THIS OUT! I AM TOUGH! I AM STRONG! I AM…
*oooooooooowwwwww it huuuuuuuurts*
This is when Aimee and Julie suggested I go home.
Can I do that? Just go home…NO! I AM STRONG, I AM TO..
Fuck this.
I went home. I hobbled like an old lady onto the MARTA trains and made my way back to my car. At this point, the fact that I hadn’t eaten breakfast, and left right before lunch, caught up with me. So I made it home with a big bag of goodies from the McDonald’s drive through, immediately popped two percocet, stuffed my face with food, and then PASSED OUT when the drugs kicked in.
So here I am, internet. Laying on my couch, on a heating pad, trying to get comfy, and still a little dizzy from the narcotics. Feeling…OLD. Because what if this IS sciatica? ONLY OLD PEOPLE GET SCIATICA!! Right? I am far too young and vibrant (*ouch*) to have sciatica.
We’ll see what my doc says tomorrow morning.
Lalalala….so…updates!
work is meh since they shipped off my office mate to the warehouse to process some recalls. She’ll probably be there a couple weeks so I am left ALONE to face the onslaught of “OMG YOU NEED TO HELP ME WITH THIS NOOOOWWWW!” More »
first of all, I’m totally disappointed in all of you. You’re all like “omg, I totally read your post title as ‘hard-on’ how perverted am I? ha ha!” YOU GUYS, THAT WAS INTENTIONAL. HA! PLAY ON WORDS, GET IT! HADRON! HARDON! INTENTIONAL! More »
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