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deoridheOkay, embarrassing story of my injury. It's embarrassing because it's lame.
I was going to ship my old computer, now dubbed the evil computer, to a friend. I had been remiss in sending it because I am lame, so I was determined ot get it out the door that day, damnit!
Being a wise Deoridhe, I decided that boxing it up then lugging the box was a Bad Plan (tm), so I brought the components into work separately and was going to ship it from there. (For those who want to point and laugh, I haven't shipped it yet. I need to set up the box, then bribe someone to fill it for me, for I cannot lift most of the stuff going into it myself. Woe.) I considered getting a cart to bring it upstairs, but Deo is STRONG Deo!!! Deo is TOUGH Deo!!! Deo doesn't NEED no stinking CART!
Deo at least used the elevator, resting it against the wall.
Now, there's a huge counter behind my desk, but it had a lot of stuff on it, so I decided, in my infinite wisdom, to set the computer on the floor.
For those keeping score at home, this is a bad idea.
I slowly dropped down until I was in a full crouch (not twisting) on the ground, then leaned forward to set the computer on the floor. As I was doing this, something went TWIST in a painful way in the middle of my back. It felt kind of like the winching of a blanket.
Then the pain started.
And I remembered I was wearing a short skirt.
We can gloss over the lying sideways on the floor crying, the propping self up on office chair and rolling it to reach the phone, and the destruction of the surface of my desk to reach the keyboard so I could send my roommate an email to come and get me parts. And don't even ask about how hard it is to type my password one handed, okay? Fucking nightmare. Let's go straight to the shiny ER people who bodily lifted me onto a stretcher, then drove slowly to the hospital. I prefer not to dwell on the half hour or so before they gave me drugs (ahh, valium, I would date with you! ah, vicodin, I would date with YOU!), though I will mention in passing it took two doses of valium, two of vicodin, and one of ibuprophen before they could get me standing up and using a walker.
Yeah. It sucked.
It still kinda sucks. I'm ready for the pain to stop, already!
I was going to ship my old computer, now dubbed the evil computer, to a friend. I had been remiss in sending it because I am lame, so I was determined ot get it out the door that day, damnit!
Being a wise Deoridhe, I decided that boxing it up then lugging the box was a Bad Plan (tm), so I brought the components into work separately and was going to ship it from there. (For those who want to point and laugh, I haven't shipped it yet. I need to set up the box, then bribe someone to fill it for me, for I cannot lift most of the stuff going into it myself. Woe.) I considered getting a cart to bring it upstairs, but Deo is STRONG Deo!!! Deo is TOUGH Deo!!! Deo doesn't NEED no stinking CART!
Deo at least used the elevator, resting it against the wall.
Now, there's a huge counter behind my desk, but it had a lot of stuff on it, so I decided, in my infinite wisdom, to set the computer on the floor.
For those keeping score at home, this is a bad idea.
I slowly dropped down until I was in a full crouch (not twisting) on the ground, then leaned forward to set the computer on the floor. As I was doing this, something went TWIST in a painful way in the middle of my back. It felt kind of like the winching of a blanket.
Then the pain started.
And I remembered I was wearing a short skirt.
We can gloss over the lying sideways on the floor crying, the propping self up on office chair and rolling it to reach the phone, and the destruction of the surface of my desk to reach the keyboard so I could send my roommate an email to come and get me parts. And don't even ask about how hard it is to type my password one handed, okay? Fucking nightmare. Let's go straight to the shiny ER people who bodily lifted me onto a stretcher, then drove slowly to the hospital. I prefer not to dwell on the half hour or so before they gave me drugs (ahh, valium, I would date with you! ah, vicodin, I would date with YOU!), though I will mention in passing it took two doses of valium, two of vicodin, and one of ibuprophen before they could get me standing up and using a walker.
Yeah. It sucked.
It still kinda sucks. I'm ready for the pain to stop, already!
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Date: 2006-04-05 06:40 pm (UTC)You do know I would be happy to help... you do know this, right? It'd give me an excuse to take a ride up the road to help out a friend, and give me something other to do than just look after things at home for once.
C'mon, bug me some time.
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Date: 2006-04-05 08:50 pm (UTC)C'mon, I haven't seen you in forever and a few days.
Plus, I'm bigger and furrier than he is. That's gotta count for something, right??
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Date: 2006-04-05 09:30 pm (UTC)Deo, no!!!
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Date: 2006-04-05 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-06 12:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-06 01:44 am (UTC)Oh god. I feel so bad about that computer and all the problems you've had because of it.
I hope you start to feel better soon. *Hugs again for good measure*
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Date: 2006-04-06 08:53 pm (UTC)