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May. 3rd, 2009 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taleyaBack went on Friday. Not the usual "arghh it's aching but workable" but full blown "Sweet jesus I just got monitored again and can't put any fucking weight on it without it seizing, spasming and generally making me its bitch"
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if it doesn't ease up soon, I'm gonna have to call in sick to work tomorrow. I can't make the train ride like this, let alone the 85 degree slant to the stairs out of Parliament and the two klick walk to work. (or the sitting. Not the sitting. NO, NOT THE SITTING!!)
The stupid thing is I didn't do anything to trigger it - I was doing the usual mop-out of the rat cage on Friday, swept the floor over with the brush and shovel (as per usual) stood up and *WHACK* I was on the floor with rats milling about me and hoping I was dead so they could consume my corpse.
_-_
Most of the weekend has been spent hobbling about tentatively, waiting for the next spasm, interspersed with those rotten "hey..not so bad now...I may be ok.. WHACK oh shit" moments. And drinking a lot and playing games at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moonmip's b'day party. And sacking out under the doona with the rats while wonderful torasin cleaned out their cage proper and swept up the rat kibbles. (They gave me a pedicure :P)
Planned for tonight is a shitload of Psych and lots of hot water bottles *nods*. And more eagerly anticipating Star Trek
_-_
if it doesn't ease up soon, I'm gonna have to call in sick to work tomorrow. I can't make the train ride like this, let alone the 85 degree slant to the stairs out of Parliament and the two klick walk to work. (or the sitting. Not the sitting. NO, NOT THE SITTING!!)
The stupid thing is I didn't do anything to trigger it - I was doing the usual mop-out of the rat cage on Friday, swept the floor over with the brush and shovel (as per usual) stood up and *WHACK* I was on the floor with rats milling about me and hoping I was dead so they could consume my corpse.
_-_
Most of the weekend has been spent hobbling about tentatively, waiting for the next spasm, interspersed with those rotten "hey..not so bad now...I may be ok.. WHACK oh shit" moments. And drinking a lot and playing games at
moonmip's b'day party. And sacking out under the doona with the rats while wonderful torasin cleaned out their cage proper and swept up the rat kibbles. (They gave me a pedicure :P) Planned for tonight is a shitload of Psych and lots of hot water bottles *nods*. And more eagerly anticipating Star Trek
