On Tuesday I ended up in the ER for my back. I am stricken with "chronic back pain." That is what I've been told since I was 15. From my first visit to the hospital for my back going out, I have always received a shot in my back to relieve the pain. On Tuesday, this is not how the hospital handled my situation. Instead of giving me the shot I asked for, I was given a shot of a muscle relaxer, a pill that knocked me on my ass (Kerry thinks it was morphine, I could only hope,) two prescriptions for muscle relaxers and a prescription for a painkiller. Needless to say, since then I have been at home lying on my back, on the floor with my sunglasses on in a mindless daze (because my medicine not only makes my eyes light sensitive but also stupefies my mind beyond oblivion.) Bored with TV and out of books to read I have spent most of this time pondering why God has done this to me. I have but one activity that I do during the day; getting off the floor and faltering to the balcony for a cigarette. This is my life.
The doctor said on Saturday I should be feeling much better. Let's hope I can trust them as much as the Urban Outfitters T-shirt leads me to believe.
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