Moonshine (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} neomeruru) wrote,@ 2008-09-12 23:02:00 |
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*deep breathing*
I now know the difference between being in pain and being sore. I have since downgraded to an ache, and am anxiously awaiting a time when the terror level is back somewhere around 'nudie-groovin'.
So! That. Sucked. Real hard. And, see, I've voluntarily gotten myself into a great deal of painful situations -- those were nothing compared to this. I can count on half a hand the number of times that physical pain has reduced me to a sobbing mess. We're talking catastrophic amounts of pain, folks. The kind of pain where you consider fishing out the $350 investment yourself.
The worst part -- the ABSOLUTE worst part, aside from the hours of wrenching agony -- was when she needed to measure the uterus. Seven centimetres, by the way. Know how I know that? BECAUSE SHE JABBED A RULER INTO THE BACK OF IT. And lo, my wise body, it reacted with a violence. Apparently, Kevin heard me from outside in the waiting room. And then the insertion itself -- ugh. It was an altogether horrible experience. Not that I don't suggest it, really, but the experience? Take a sedative.
I got home and took two Advil (ibuprofen) and two Tylenol (acetaminophen), then laid on the heating pad for a while. Kev rubbed my back. Nothing helped. Eventually, when it was time to take more painkillers, I just took some of the Em-Tec I had left over from my bout with food poisoning. And then, I drifted happily off into a codeine-induced slumber.
I felt significantly better when I woke up this morning; just a bit of a dull ache. I did a lot (A LOT) of walking today, which I'm sure helped. I'm only getting intermittent twinges now and then, but I'm not exactly going to complain about that.
What I AM going to complain about, however, is the douchebag rent-a-cop who gave me a fucking parking ticket today. I NEVER park in the lot, and in my drug-fuelled daze today I walked right by the ticket vending machines like I do every day -- despite the past two days having parked in the lot, and despite making explicitly sure to put a twoonie in my pocket to pay the metre. I didn't even realize it until work was over, 8 hours later. So, I was a retard, and now I'm out another $40. Fucking lame, really.
So, in short, I really haven't been able to catch a break these past few weeks. Food poisoning, headcold, uterine agony, and now a parking ticket, just to make it even better. Great! Maybe tomorrow, I'll wake up with chest hair or something.
I now know the difference between being in pain and being sore. I have since downgraded to an ache, and am anxiously awaiting a time when the terror level is back somewhere around 'nudie-groovin'.
So! That. Sucked. Real hard. And, see, I've voluntarily gotten myself into a great deal of painful situations -- those were nothing compared to this. I can count on half a hand the number of times that physical pain has reduced me to a sobbing mess. We're talking catastrophic amounts of pain, folks. The kind of pain where you consider fishing out the $350 investment yourself.
The worst part -- the ABSOLUTE worst part, aside from the hours of wrenching agony -- was when she needed to measure the uterus. Seven centimetres, by the way. Know how I know that? BECAUSE SHE JABBED A RULER INTO THE BACK OF IT. And lo, my wise body, it reacted with a violence. Apparently, Kevin heard me from outside in the waiting room. And then the insertion itself -- ugh. It was an altogether horrible experience. Not that I don't suggest it, really, but the experience? Take a sedative.
I got home and took two Advil (ibuprofen) and two Tylenol (acetaminophen), then laid on the heating pad for a while. Kev rubbed my back. Nothing helped. Eventually, when it was time to take more painkillers, I just took some of the Em-Tec I had left over from my bout with food poisoning. And then, I drifted happily off into a codeine-induced slumber.
I felt significantly better when I woke up this morning; just a bit of a dull ache. I did a lot (A LOT) of walking today, which I'm sure helped. I'm only getting intermittent twinges now and then, but I'm not exactly going to complain about that.
What I AM going to complain about, however, is the douchebag rent-a-cop who gave me a fucking parking ticket today. I NEVER park in the lot, and in my drug-fuelled daze today I walked right by the ticket vending machines like I do every day -- despite the past two days having parked in the lot, and despite making explicitly sure to put a twoonie in my pocket to pay the metre. I didn't even realize it until work was over, 8 hours later. So, I was a retard, and now I'm out another $40. Fucking lame, really.
So, in short, I really haven't been able to catch a break these past few weeks. Food poisoning, headcold, uterine agony, and now a parking ticket, just to make it even better. Great! Maybe tomorrow, I'll wake up with chest hair or something.
