The Tangential Chaos of A Child Of God

Lifting Hurts

Monday, May. 06, 2002 - 4:16 am


I remember now, why I don't lift things over 20 pounds. It's four in the morning and I was awakened with the pain in my back. I hate this. It hurts so damned bad.

the thing is, if I go upstairs to get some generic pain meds, I will 1.) wake up Mom (never a good thing to do) and 2.) get pain meds that won't actually touch the pain.

This means that I'll be taking my paycheck into town today. I'll be cashing it, then going straight to the pharmacy to get the strong pain meds. (not perscription).

See, for some reason, Naproxin (Aleve) doesn't aleviate this back pain. The only thing I've found that really helps is arthritis formula pain reliever. I suppose that because it's not the dull throb of a headache, but the outright white-hot needles being jabbed deeply into my spine, perhaps I need a different sort of pain reliever.

If I had any of that icy-hot stuff, I'd use that right now. I know I have some muscle cream around her somewhere, but, and this is the problem, I don't have the strength/energy to search for it.

Remind me not to do this to myself. Yes, yes, yes, I know, you weren't here or you would have carried the rather light TV downstairs for me. However, I didn't think it would do that much damage. Hell, it's only about 20 pounds. Not even as heavy as my dog. But still... here I am at four in the morning unable to sleep.

Gah, I can be such a dork at times.

I think I'm going to put notes up around the downstairs here. Things that say, "Remember, idiot, when you lift heavy things, then you hurt." Heh.

No, I don't think that would work either. I'm too damned stubborn.

C'est la vie.

Okay, now I'm going to examine my Email. Yes, 500 (okay, slight exageration, it's actually only 50) emails to explore. Only two of them, if I guess right, will be actual Email I want to read. The rest will be junk mail and porn adverts.

How many times do I have to see the subject line "Never Pay For Porn Again"? I have never paid for porn. Hell, I was married to a sailor. What need do I have for porn?

*laughs*

Eh... Perhaps I'll do a little Ebay stuff for Dad. He might like that. Since I can't do it during normal hours (takes way to effin long for each page to load) maybe I'll get a little break tonight.

Heh. I'm leaving now. End prattling about my own stupidity.



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