So... Imagine... one fine morning you find yourself awake and feeling happy and slightly chipper that you are alive to see and be apart another day.... You then sit up in said bed and as per every morning twist slightly so you pop your lower back to work out the kinks from sleeping... Only to hear to your utter horror your back make noises it shouldnt be making as it pops.... At first nothing feels wrong or in pain.. then as you get to the edge of your bed you try to stand only to scream in pain and flop on your bed like a sad little fishy fish that has been left out of the water... Now enters... The 4 days of Pain... Standing...? lol that was equivalent to feeling like some stuck a knife in your back and left it there... Bending left, right or up and down... That would be the equivalent to someone stabbing you with a ice pick in your back as hard and as fast as they could.... Waking up and trying to sit up and stand? Someone taking a fucking sledge hammer to your whole spinal column... This is what happens boys and girls when you pop your back to much and hurt some of the muscles in your lower back and slip a disc... Lesson Learned, Never ever freakin again! Thank god though for Vicoden... lots and lots of it does wonders :)
On a side note... I cant stop thinking about all the dead end jobs that I have had that really lead me nowhere and how I have come to hate and despise living check to check... One idea in my noggin is to join the oh so wonderfull world of truck driving, which in fact does pay rather well but means I will never see home and I might have 1 day off a week if I am lucky.... I just dont know.. Something needs to happen or I feel that Im going to go bonkers and line up 50 bunnies and excute them medieval style.
