Clareified

I was all set to geek out at the amusement park yesterday, when sudden-you’re-getting-mad-old syndrome hit. I was walking to the refrigerator when a pain shot up through my back and I just couldn’t move. I dragged my half paralyzed body back to the couch and tried to twist the pain away. This was unsuccessful and by unsuccessful I mean excruciating. I tried to stretch the pain away with equal “ow that fucking hurts” results. I sat down it hurt, I lied down it hurt. And dude, can I tell you how bullshit an ailment is when it cannot be cured by lying down in my bed with my comforter over my head? Booolssheeet. I texted Alceste for dual purpose of finding out what to do to relieve the pain and giving him his long awaited comeuppance because I am constantly mocking him as “Old Man Alceste” whenever his back craps out during our many trips to the air conditioned city. He told me to lie down flat on my back. This hurt and I figured he was just punishing me further. I took some meds and went to sleep. Stupid thirties.

This entry was posted by Dawn Summers on Wednesday, May 28th, 2008 at 1:12 pm and is filed under Personal. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.