In the spirit of my last Pit Thread, Fuck My Spine and the Vertebrae it Rode In On, I would like to say a hearty FUCK YOU to my spine, and a fine helping of GO SUCK UNWASHED LLAMA ASS to my sacroiliac joints.
Look: all I’m trying to do is clean up my godforsaken house. I have guests tomorrow. I have a wedding to participate in on Saturday (bless the happy couple, mazeltov, confetti and doves). NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO CALL FOR AN ALL AROUND STRIKE, OKAY? Not only that, but for fuck’s sake, did this freakin’ condition have to come with IBS, too? I mean, shit on a stick! Actually, it wouldn’t STICK to a stick, now would it! Nooooooo…
TedJesusChristGod! (no, really!)(!)
So, here’s to chronic pain, to my hatred of pain medication and my avoidance of it until I can’t move, to trying to do simple stuff like, oh, say take a shower, get dressed and clean the house and not being able to without stopping every 30 minutes.
Just had to get that out of my system. Now, I go ingest meds and contemplate drowing them with a beer. Just for shits (HA!) and giggles.