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posted Wednesday, 28 September 2005
THAT HURTS
The little god who deals with my case on an administrative level has obviously been catching up with his paperwork. It seems that his in tray had been overflowing so he had not had the normal amount of time to devote to making my life interesting but now he has cleared the backlog he is applying himself to his work with gusto.
Yesterday, I damaged my back as I held up a large concrete block to prevent it from falling and crushing a sweet fluffy little kitten. Almost. What actually happened was that I turned my head about two inches to the right whilst I was watching the news andexperienced that odd sensation you get when someone attacks your spinal cord with an electric whisk. In an instant you become aware that the slightest movement of an eyelid muscle is going to cause you excruciating pain with associated girlish whelps of anguish.
What is it with backs? I’ve had such incidents on many occasions during my life but I still don’t understand why they are capable of dumping such a shitload of concentrated pain on you in one go. You could be forgiven for thinking that letting a French golfer rip your internal organs apart with all manner of odd shaped stainless steel instruments would be pretty high on the “likely to cause discomfort” scale but it pales into insignificance at the side of turning your head to the right. After “The big op”, coughing was an unpleasant experience and on occasion I felt staples ripping out - a mere bagatelle compared to when your back is buggered and you want to do something complex like look straight ahead.
The little god who designed this pain, did it as an antidote to ‘the other me’ and I have to commend him on his inventiveness. Whilst ‘the other me’ can deal with aches and pains 99.9% of the time, he is useless when it comes to handling stuff like chainsaw attacks and industrial mincer incidents. Most of the back pain is also within his remit, but it’s the occasional “you won’t forget me will you?” commercial strength spasm which leaves him completely out of his league. This is tiresome because I like doing things like sitting, lying, standing, breathing, chewing etc and this is where this crafty little bugger likes to hide.
This will all pass in a little while, perhaps an hour, a day or a week. Only the little god knows.
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