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Another day, more agony
15 years ago
I don't know if I've mentioned, so I think I shall now:
I'm a disabled person.
Not like supremely disabled. I get around on my own, I'm fully cognizant and coherent, I don't require assistance to do basic things, you'd hardly know it if I were sitting down or behind a computer. But that doesn't mean it doesn't have its unpleasant side effects. Case in point? I wake up this morning at ten to ten, and feel like I've been beaten with sticks.
Actually, that's not accurate.
It started last night as a pressure in my lower back, like someone took their knuckles and ground them into my kidneys, ribs, and the muscles of my spine. Then I went to bed and when I woke up I felt as though, in the night, my unseen attackers had upgraded to nightsticks, from nightsticks to 3 x 4's, and then chained me into position so it would be entirely impossible for me to move and do anything but suffer.
Does that sound fun?
And I get to struggle through this semi-annual weekly ordeal on my lonesome. Something to think about the next time someone runs into me in a sour mood.
I'm a disabled person.
Not like supremely disabled. I get around on my own, I'm fully cognizant and coherent, I don't require assistance to do basic things, you'd hardly know it if I were sitting down or behind a computer. But that doesn't mean it doesn't have its unpleasant side effects. Case in point? I wake up this morning at ten to ten, and feel like I've been beaten with sticks.
Actually, that's not accurate.
It started last night as a pressure in my lower back, like someone took their knuckles and ground them into my kidneys, ribs, and the muscles of my spine. Then I went to bed and when I woke up I felt as though, in the night, my unseen attackers had upgraded to nightsticks, from nightsticks to 3 x 4's, and then chained me into position so it would be entirely impossible for me to move and do anything but suffer.
Does that sound fun?
And I get to struggle through this semi-annual weekly ordeal on my lonesome. Something to think about the next time someone runs into me in a sour mood.
