Tusan_Homichi
Heisenberg
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I figured I would post in a drug-induced stupor and go over just how crappy my day has been. It all started this morning where I woke up and felt some stiffness in my back which prevented me from even putting my shoes on. Being the brilliantly smart person I am, I got my girlfriend to help me get dressed this morning and trudged off to work.
Not so bad right? Wrong. I'm a 911 Dispatcher and I sit. I sit for 8 hours a day and we don't really get breaks. Once I'm done there, I'm in serious pain. I make it home and start to climb the stairs to my apartment and my back just locks up. I literally crawl back to my truck and sit in an akward position sorta slanted sideways and holding myself up to prevent the pain from being unbearable.
Once again, I have a decision to make. Do I go straight to the emergency room or do I trudge up the stairs and lay down and hope it goes away? I choose the latter of course. After an hour of pure agony, I finally get some help getting out of the bed, jump in the truck, and go to the emergency room.
I get to the emergency room and I wait. I wait and wait and wait. I finally get in to see a doctor and of course he wants me to bend over, stand, stretch, etc. I swear, I don't know what having a baby feels like, but this has got to be close. It was absolutely unreal the pain I was feeling.
However, now I'm home again and I am so drugged up that I'm almost seeing double and I feel absolutely wonderful. No idea why I felt the need to tell the story, but I'm bored and felt somewhat coherent and figured I wanted to type something long...or something.
Not so bad right? Wrong. I'm a 911 Dispatcher and I sit. I sit for 8 hours a day and we don't really get breaks. Once I'm done there, I'm in serious pain. I make it home and start to climb the stairs to my apartment and my back just locks up. I literally crawl back to my truck and sit in an akward position sorta slanted sideways and holding myself up to prevent the pain from being unbearable.
Once again, I have a decision to make. Do I go straight to the emergency room or do I trudge up the stairs and lay down and hope it goes away? I choose the latter of course. After an hour of pure agony, I finally get some help getting out of the bed, jump in the truck, and go to the emergency room.
I get to the emergency room and I wait. I wait and wait and wait. I finally get in to see a doctor and of course he wants me to bend over, stand, stretch, etc. I swear, I don't know what having a baby feels like, but this has got to be close. It was absolutely unreal the pain I was feeling.
However, now I'm home again and I am so drugged up that I'm almost seeing double and I feel absolutely wonderful. No idea why I felt the need to tell the story, but I'm bored and felt somewhat coherent and figured I wanted to type something long...or something.