I'm not sure if this is good or bad to post here but I found it hysterical.
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Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Freakin' Pain...
I love my cousin Wei Wei very much. I was born 4 years after her, we grew up together, she moved away but we still eventually found a way to stay close. She is as much of a sibling to me as any sibling can be mutiple states away. I have also grown quite fond of her husband as well and will therefore seek out any excuse to go and visit them. Even (as recent events show) attended a "Fourth of July Party" that doesn't even really exist.
The reason I bring this up is to illustrate that the ONLY reason why I would be happy about leaving them is to get a surgery to fix may back which is leaving me in quite a fair amount of pain. How much pain?
When I went to get cortisone shots for my back I went in, limping, lamaze breathing, crocked, and near tears. The act of sitting would send a wave of nerve pain going up my back and down both legs. I sat because even with the pain of sitting down, the act of sitting put less pressure on my body which means the pain at the level of 8 would go down to a 6 or 7.
I put a scale to the pain because that's what the doctors asked me. "1 to 10 with 10 being the highest; how much pain are you in?" They would ask. Usually the answer was around a 7. Of course sometimes in the waiting room I'd see and hear someone else come in and asked the same question. The same person would then walk (with no limp), fall back into their seat, reach up with full range of motion with both arms indicating where their said boo boo was and lightly respond with a "oh I don't know... ummm... 7 or 8 maybe? :-) (Yes that smiley face DOES need to be there.) Those fucking whores. They're not at a 7 let alone an 8.
Maybe because I've had my ribs cracked before and know that no matter how much that hurt (and hurt it did plenty) it could not be worse than having the entire rib broken in twaine. Maybe because I include my guess on how much it may hurt to be a cancer paitient or a burn victim. Maybe it's because my scale is logorithmic or my pain has just made me an impatient horrible cuss... but during those times; I hated those pricks.
My pain was such that I truly looked forward to more pain because more pain was usually new and different and during the best of times would reduce the amount of constant pain I would have. It was to the point where I had several positions to best initiate such pains in hopes of reducing the constant pain:
"The Hanging Monkey" was when I would lay my right side facing a wall or something taller than the thing I was laying on. I would then put my left leg over it and pull with my left arm in an attempt to make my spine bend towards my left in order to make it crack so the hurting would be less.
"The Playboy" would be to lie on the floor with my butt at the corner of the floor and wall and prop up my legs in a 90 degree fashion in hopes that doing so would make the hurting be less.
"The Wall-Brace" would be to shove myself as much into a corner as possible forcing my shoulders forward in an attempt to crack my back.
"The Lazy Kitty" was a belly up position with one half of my body laying on something that made me lie at an angle as opposed to flat on my back. Sometimes this was the only way I could get to sleep at all.
"The Rape" was lying flat on my back, legs spread and usually propped up in order to decrease the feeling going down my legs.
Anyways, all this is due to a "slipped disc" or "disherniated disc" in my L3-L4 spinal position, leading to pinched nerves. I had gotten a surgery before when I was 14 for the same thing in my L4-L5 position. It seems that the warrenty of that surgery has expired and it's time to pay up again. I figured if it keeps going like this I'll be 125 when it reaches my head and I'll just die finally from a swelled head.
In any case the surgery was supposed to be for today but the bastard is going on vacation so I've been post-poned to live with this for 9 more days. "I don't usually talk about this" is a lie. I always talk about the crap I go through and I see no reason to stop now with this blog. Yea I know it doesn't really have anything to do with the wedding but it is really a big think between me and Her's relationship. She's actually more upset with this than I am. Laugh at me and feel sorry for her I guess.
The reason I bring this up is to illustrate that the ONLY reason why I would be happy about leaving them is to get a surgery to fix may back which is leaving me in quite a fair amount of pain. How much pain?
When I went to get cortisone shots for my back I went in, limping, lamaze breathing, crocked, and near tears. The act of sitting would send a wave of nerve pain going up my back and down both legs. I sat because even with the pain of sitting down, the act of sitting put less pressure on my body which means the pain at the level of 8 would go down to a 6 or 7.
I put a scale to the pain because that's what the doctors asked me. "1 to 10 with 10 being the highest; how much pain are you in?" They would ask. Usually the answer was around a 7. Of course sometimes in the waiting room I'd see and hear someone else come in and asked the same question. The same person would then walk (with no limp), fall back into their seat, reach up with full range of motion with both arms indicating where their said boo boo was and lightly respond with a "oh I don't know... ummm... 7 or 8 maybe? :-) (Yes that smiley face DOES need to be there.) Those fucking whores. They're not at a 7 let alone an 8.
Maybe because I've had my ribs cracked before and know that no matter how much that hurt (and hurt it did plenty) it could not be worse than having the entire rib broken in twaine. Maybe because I include my guess on how much it may hurt to be a cancer paitient or a burn victim. Maybe it's because my scale is logorithmic or my pain has just made me an impatient horrible cuss... but during those times; I hated those pricks.
My pain was such that I truly looked forward to more pain because more pain was usually new and different and during the best of times would reduce the amount of constant pain I would have. It was to the point where I had several positions to best initiate such pains in hopes of reducing the constant pain:
"The Hanging Monkey" was when I would lay my right side facing a wall or something taller than the thing I was laying on. I would then put my left leg over it and pull with my left arm in an attempt to make my spine bend towards my left in order to make it crack so the hurting would be less.
"The Playboy" would be to lie on the floor with my butt at the corner of the floor and wall and prop up my legs in a 90 degree fashion in hopes that doing so would make the hurting be less.
"The Wall-Brace" would be to shove myself as much into a corner as possible forcing my shoulders forward in an attempt to crack my back.
"The Lazy Kitty" was a belly up position with one half of my body laying on something that made me lie at an angle as opposed to flat on my back. Sometimes this was the only way I could get to sleep at all.
"The Rape" was lying flat on my back, legs spread and usually propped up in order to decrease the feeling going down my legs.
Anyways, all this is due to a "slipped disc" or "disherniated disc" in my L3-L4 spinal position, leading to pinched nerves. I had gotten a surgery before when I was 14 for the same thing in my L4-L5 position. It seems that the warrenty of that surgery has expired and it's time to pay up again. I figured if it keeps going like this I'll be 125 when it reaches my head and I'll just die finally from a swelled head.
In any case the surgery was supposed to be for today but the bastard is going on vacation so I've been post-poned to live with this for 9 more days. "I don't usually talk about this" is a lie. I always talk about the crap I go through and I see no reason to stop now with this blog. Yea I know it doesn't really have anything to do with the wedding but it is really a big think between me and Her's relationship. She's actually more upset with this than I am. Laugh at me and feel sorry for her I guess.
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