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I have a not-good back. I first really hurt it when I was about 16, and I had a really old bed... and I tried to flip the mattress alone. It hurt pretty good for about 2 days, then I forgot about it. When I first started working I wasn't used to standing for 9 hours at a time, so if I had a long shift at work my back would ache around my hips when I was walking home. As I got older, the back pain got more frequent, until a couple years ago, when it mostly stopped unless I had been doing heavy lifting or a ton of repetitive bending at the waist.
Since about Christmas, I've been having more and more pain again. It started when a metal wheeled book unit flipped over and I sort of caught it in the chest. I did a weird backbend from the weight and it took about 5 weeks for the pain to completely go away, but I did notice the pain from lifting was coming more frequently.
when I was home on vacation, carrying my messenger bag full of stuff was making my back hurt a lot. I thought it was a combination of the weight (it changes your gait because of where the pressure of the bag sits and how it hangs to one side) and sleeping on the bed at Mom's place, which is a very different mattress from what I'm used to. It would actually hurt for about 3 days at a time if I'd been carrying it for more than 20 minutes at a time. Canada Day was something of an exercise in torture with that bag, but I promptly forgot about it once vacation was over and I was back at work.
work has been a zoo lately. Between doing thousands of dollars worth of vendor returns and receiving 9 skids of product in one week, I moved a TON of boxes around the back room my first week back, and last week I kept rearranging stuff so we could figure out what had been received, what was going back, and what was new inbound. I felt okay except for Tuesday, which I put to having had the two previous days off and so not being used to the lifting again.
Friday I was scheduled to work the late shift, so I got up at 11:30, noodled around Facebook, got some oatmeal ready to go once I got out of the shower, etc. At 12 I got in the shower, reached out to get a razor and felt a twinge in my back. I ignored it, because I knew I'd been doing a lot of lifting and since I'd gotten 7 hours of sleep that night, my back often gets stiff. I bent over to start the water, and I got a twinge on the other side. I figured the hot water would loosen things up and started shampooing. The water did what it often does here - it went scalding, so I tried to step away. My knees went sort of pigeon-toed adn I could only shuffle forward a little bit. Then the pain hit. I kind of thought I was dying. (Later I would rate that as a 7 on the pain meter). I managed to shuffle back adn rinse my hair out, then sort of shuffled out of the tub, clinging to the walls. I couldn't even manage to get to a towel. I kind of faceplanted on the bed, squirmed up to the phone, and called work. I thought if I could get some Robaxacet i me, an hour later I would feel better and I could at least go in and hang at the cash register.
Mistake. I couldn't get up to get a drink or find the painkillers. I called Chris, told him I'd call him back if I didn't feel better in an hour. 30 minutes later, I still could't move AND the pain was getting worse. I couldn't shift at ALL, so I called him to come home. I managed to wriggle into my pajama shirt before he got home, then when he did get in I asked him to help me up. I sort of made it to a sitting position, then the actual screaming started. I thought standing would help, so he pulled me to my feet and the screaming got LOUDER. I think people thought I was being murdered, because it was terrible. Chris called the health line and they told him to call an ambulance.
So I went by ambulance to the hospital. Since I couldn't move without screaming and we live on the third floor of a three-story walk-up, the ambulance guys had to take me down in a stair chair. all the neighbours got to gawk at me, it was good times. NOT. I spent about 3 hours in Emergency before I was released.
First I was given a muscle relaxant. Then they made a valiant effort at getting an IV in me, but since I hadn't had anything to eat or drink in 14 hours, it wasn't going to happen. They got me up an into a bathroom chair, and I started feeling a little queasy. They stood me back up and gave me an anti-inflammatory shot in the hip, and then I sort of passed out. I got oxygen and all that fun stuff, then I got my back x-rayed (on the table, as I couldn't stand up and had just passed out), then after I was taken back into Observation I was given Dilaudid for pain. At about 6:15 the doctor came back in and said the x-rays were clear but I've had a "mechanical back" for a long time, so I got a prescription for physiotherapy, a note to be off work for at least a week, and prescriptions for Dilaudid, Naprosyn, and a prescription-strength muscle relaxant. The prescriptions should last me almost 2 weeks, and I need to call aout physio some time this week, and find a doctor to follow-up with in case the pain is still bad when the prescriptions are finished.
I hate taking pills, I feel fuzzy-headed but still in pain. All I want to do is sleep. I slept at home last night on the couch for almost 2 hours, then I went to bed at 1:30 AM, woke up every 2 hours from pain, got up at 11 and had one of all my pills, went back to bed at 1:30 PM, woke up every 45 minutes until 4:15, then I got up again... now it's 6:30 and I want to go to sleep again. I have to eat and take pills in a half hour, though, so I have to wait. Blech.
Anyway, that's the whole story of what happened yesterday. *sigh* |
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Jul. 17th, 2009 @ 08:18 pm
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back from hospital.
in a lot of pain, but have good drugs at hand. (hydromorphone ftw!)
not allowed to go back to work until the 29th.
have no idea what my drug schedule should be, but it promises to be 'fun."
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And other noises of that nature.
My Yahoo e-mail hates me - directs me to verify my password like 4 million times, but won't let me actually access my e-mail. So I go to ask for help and it won't submit the damn thing - only then it says I have like 3 new mail - which I can't access. And I can't verify my hotmail e-mail because yahoo's servers are having a moment. FUCK! (15 minutes later EDIT: finally got hotmail verified, fucking stupid thing...)
Also, the guy I work with let us call him Moron-child, is in fact a moron. There is some speculation that he's always high or drunk - and frankly I'd believe it. You cannot get more pathetic than being wrong about six times a day on everything. Wanna know why our branch has low customer scores? Yeah? HIM. Manages to constantly piss people off. *sigh* Some days I hate my job. Oh and what yesterday? Day before? My boss gives him a list of people to call for follow-ups. I'm doing training and Moron-child hands me half the list and says "'kay do these." and I'm going "Dur, child, I'm training and our manager gave them to you." and he's all "but it's not fair, it's fair if you do half." and I think and say 'I will do some, but I have to finish this training.' and he's all like 'you can just go in early next week and finish it before you have training class.' and I'm going 'can you not READ? It has to be done before." And then he starts calling people and I'm training/being a teller/ and trying to call people and he's like 'I finished before you neener neener." and I am pissed at this point and hand him the list to finish and say nothing. Because I was about twenty seconds away from killing him and burying his body in the ice machine at the grocery store.
OH AND MY DAYS GET BETTER! I have absolutely nothing against people with disabilities - so long as those people do not use those disabilities as an excuse. For example: "Oh I'm disabled (read diabetic and overweight) that's why my account is overdrawn. Can you fix that for me?" NO! Emphatically NO! A reasonable excuse is different. "I'm disabled, do you mind if I sit down," or "could you please hand me that," or "could you please speak louder," or anything of that nature. I digress. There is a guy at the grocery store who had a traumatic brain injury something like fifteen or twenty years ago. He is still extremely high-functioning, just forgets things sometimes, and he manages to annoy the hell out of me. He has a crush on me (which is what I get for being nice to everyone pretty impartially), and is always trying to sweet talk me - despite the fact that I have never shown him one single ounce of encouragement nor will I ever. The guy is a creep. Possibly not on purpose, but what gets me is that he manages to work his brain injury into every single conversation - as if playing for sympathy. If he hits on me one more time all he's going to get is a kick in the ass! I'm sorry your head was injured - but frankly? I don't really give a damn. I'm making up a boyfriend next time, naming him Logan (after Wolverine), and refusing to discuss the matter because really? - he's THAT annoying. GAH!
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It was a toss up between that and "beware the lurking tomato what lurks at midnight"
I took a break from packing to check out the garden center that Laura & Katrina are creating on the small patio out back. It's really quite something to see fruits that you consume everyday growing growing growing from scratch.
I also didn't realize that the Fox News Special - Tomato: Fruit or Vegetable?! was decided (which is to say, not) in 1893 by the Supreme Court. Their answer: botanically: fruit; in every other way (including legally): veggie. (I'm not really sure how to punctuate that)
This particular tomato plant was a wedding gift from Catherine, our friend with a green...arm? Green thumb doesn't do her justice. We're offering her a spot in our garden once we create it. I picked strawberries with her for the reception and learned a ton about strawberries. Did you know they come from the ground?! I know, right? This completely destroyed my strawberry gnome theory. It was a good theory too...as is any theory including gnomes.Current Mood: procrastinationy |
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1) Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
2) NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
3) They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
4) You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.
I have WAY too many pictures on my hard drive. I don't know how accurately these express my ~*inner essence*~ but I guess they'll do?
( Very large images, 1 NSFW, and 1 LOLcat )
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I don't believe them - packing, in all forms, sucks. Even if you're packing so you can move to your brand-spankin'-new-(57yearold)-house! We're moving this Saturday and every box I pack gets me one step closer to the day after Saturday.
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For about 30 minutes every day, the sun is aligned perfectly with the door at the top of the stairs
The sun comes in and hits the edges of the stairs which creates a very cool effect. I tried to take a better pic of it, but can't zoom with the iphone. My office door is at the end of this hallway and it's nice to have a bit of beauty in our dungeon of an office, even if it's only for half an hour every day. |
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Jul. 13th, 2009 @ 06:45 pm
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happy belated birthday to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) vampyremoon!
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So I've been meaning to start a picture a day thing for a while now, but it took gwyndolin starting one up to really get me off my duff. So here we are...the inaugural pic-a-day post. And in honor of Barb it will be her taking the picture of the day for her journal entry.
She also linked to my blog..so it's possible one, or both of us are responsible for trapping you in a feedback loop. So, y'know, just sit back and enjoy the colors.
We spent the day in KC where we had pizza (good pizza), drooled in the Apple store, saw Moon..which was a really good sci-fi flick in a refreshing, existential and creepy sort of way. We then parked it for a few hours down by the river. I always see it as I'm driving in, but until yesterday had never gone down and taken a look-see. It was nice, quiet and peaceful. We almost saw a duck rumble as two gangs met on the open waters, but they veered off at the last moment and tragedy (singing duck tragedy!) was averted.
We ate a celebratory dinner (wedding/house/bday/fondue!) (one must always celebrate fondue) at The Melting Pot and it was fan-freakin'-tastic - every single aspect (outside of the fact that they lost Barb's reservation...but they gave us the free birthday chocolate fondue without too much difficulty (I was supposed to print out the coupon and didn't), so it all balanced it out.) Thanks again Barb!
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BARK!
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Jul. 9th, 2009 @ 11:14 am
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I went into work with Megan. They like my brochures which is nice to hear. There was a problem with my timesheet and Megan is trying to get them to cut me a special check. Let's hope it goes through. At Big E's there was a guy barking. Literally " woof! woof!". Last night Kevin's brothers came by and they were up really late. I finished the coffee pattern I was working on. Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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I made omlets today for breakfast and Steve did the dishes, not very exciting mind you but it's nice to do chores with your boyfriend. My face still hasn't healed. It just sort of scabs and then I shave and it oozes a bit. I just want it fixed it bothers me a lot. I seem to keep myself a day behind in my daily comics. I'll have to keep working on that. Haven't found a loan yet. I hate being in this limbo. Can't get an apt. withot a job to pay rent, no one is hiring now any way, and it's all moot if I can't go back to school. At Big E's there was a fat old tranny helping a younger tranny get dressed up for the night. Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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It started out as a slow day. Steve at first wanted to go by the library but then he started finding the info he wanted online instead. More time at Big E's observing the strange regulars. There was this red neck mom and her hyperactive children one of whom was morbidly obese. The mom proceeded to force the child to eat a cookie. One wonders how she became so fat? After that I was in kind of a funk. At the beach maze I just sort of zoned out. Steve suggested we go to The Alley for drinks. We also talked a bit about the future and I felt better about the choices we have to make. If I can't get the money I need for school there's no reason to stay here but Steve wants to still be with me so that makes me feel a lot more secure. Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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I had to go in and see Mica Jordan with financial aid while Steve was at the laundromat. Turns out I owe $5000 to the school so I'm off looking for more loans. *sigh* Chinese buffet later we watched the first season of the Simpsons for a while but then decided to take a walk in the park along the inter coastal. As we were walking back it started POURING rain and we were soaked by the time we reached the car. Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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