So when I was 17, I got thrown into a 2-3 foot tall stage while partaking in some mosh-pit action. Jealous bitches did it. Luckily I did get to walk away from it though. If I had hit at a slightly different angle I likely would have been paralysed. I also had a cracked tailbone, sprained thumb...I don't know what the fuck I did to my elbow but there was a huge, odd looking bruise...and just overall soreness. Every now and then some aches and pains hit me to remind me of that night. I got to go home with the guy that had "fuck pain" tattooed in his armpits lol. He was a cutie :-)
About 2 yeara ago, I slipped down some painted wood stairs at my old apartment. HUGE bruise on my upper ass. Then one of my clients pushed a door into me while she was busy being a snot and the doorknob dug right into the bruise. It felt fanfuckingtastic I tell ya. No issues after that though.
A few months ago (I've written about this kid before) we had a 6'4", 280lb guy that I restrained on my own once. I also busted his bedroom door down the same night. My lower back has been an off and on issue ever since. It has actually been feeling fine for the past several weeks and I actually can't figure out what I did this time.
A week ago I tweaked it somehow. I took a rowdy client to an appt and she dancec me all over the waiting area for several minutes. It felt much worse after that. Then I spent the remainder of the week vleanibg, lifting, bending...my employees fucking suck by the way.One of them has no car, so no way to tell if she's there unless I see her inside. I unloaded everything and left the shit out that I couldn't physically deal with...I get in the van and she decides to come running out to talk to me...um...where the fuck were you during this task???!!! Whatever.
By Friday night, I could barely move.Saturday I went and bought a heat pad and icy hot and some ready to eat deli food. The pain was so intense I thought I was going to collapse in the sstore. And of course I have butter fingers lately, dropping shit left and right so I can pick it up. Yes...I love it.
I spent the weekend in bed. It was actually tolerable yesterday...this morning, even better. Then I decided to move around more and bam...I feel broken again. I also twisted my knee and ankle today...cause I apparently love pain.
Boring ass entry. I don't care! :-)
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