2005-12-14
consciously endure every ache and sore
Somehow I fucked up my neck. I got on the bus to take me to work Monday, and BAM, instant neck pain. I have no idea what happened. Whenever the bus stopped or slowed down it hurt so much. People around must have thought I was suffering from schizophrenia because I was verbal. Once I got to work, I hardly did any work. (And don't worry, no one noticed). I spent most of my time seeing which ways I could move my neck before I screamed. It became addicting in a sadistic sort of way. I could not sleep Monday night. I don't think Jeremy could either. No matter which way I tried to lie down, I was in pain and couldn't help but utter it.
Tuesday turned out to be even more painful so I missed work. I pumped my body full of aspirin and Tylenol. I put a bunch of ice packs on my neck and slept in 15 minute intervals (because pain kept rudely awaking me). I had a semi-shower, which turned out to be a trip to hell.
Today, I'm on my third bottle of medication - Robax - and feeling a lot better. Still in pain when I move, however, I am able to stand still and pretend like it isn't there. I've even had several naps.
I'm almost done my capitalistic Christmas shopping. I hope people don't mind presents from a convenience store, because I am not sure if I can endure more bus rides this week.
We're going to Nova Scotia on Saturday. Tres exciting. I could totally use a break from television watching this week. Hopefully my neck will be up for the trip.
popnoir at 5:12 p.m.