That's not what the Death card means

Frying pan to blast furnace
written 2007-01-12 12:18:04

My last entry may have mentioned something about my back hurting.

Since that entry, it grew difficult to stand and sit because of my lower back pain. I went to a two hour class, finished up, stood up, and promptly had trouble walking afterward. However, because Ada is the size of a postage stamp, I walk everywhere.

That's a big-ass postage stamp to walk across when the effort of walking causes you to stop every few minutes for a respite from the pain, periodically screeching in agony, into the cold Ohio night. Alone.

(cue the piano solo, your key to knowing when to feel sympathy for our protagonist)

I actually resorted to drugs, which you may be aware: I never do that. I bought some Alleve, which usually works on me like morphine. It took three hours for the pain to subside, so it may not have been the Alleve at all, I don't know. Basically, it sucked.

Better this morning, but still hurts. I walk like an old man. I'm carrying an umbrella today (rain last night) and I'm trying to avoid using it as a cane. Because, y'know, it's not a cane; it's an umbrella. I'm going home now to lay on my back for the next two days. Don't expect any updates unless it's to beg for more sympathy.

--12:16 PM, EDT, Ada, OH, yes, I am pathetic, thank you

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