I would like to state, for the record, that I hate being on all these pills, and I hate Prednisone especially because it fucks with my mood and it makes me feel weird. And on top of that opiate painkillers, and muscle relaxers. Last week is a blur. I feel like Monday happened, and I left class in pain and went home and went to sleep and woke up and it's Monday again. And that is a weird feeling. Sort of time warpy. Sort of creepy.
Sort of I'm really glad I don't remember Tuesday better. It was awful. It was so frustrating to be in that amount of pain to the point that all I could do was lie still and cry and try to pass out for a while. It was horrible and I am glad that the stupid steroids helped and now I am ok and it's all over.
Bonus, I was on my period the whole entire time. So that's awesome. It's like the trifecta of depressive nonsense: sickness, steroids, hormones.
Fantastic.
And I slept through most of it. And tomorrow is Monday and everything will be back to normal-ish.
And that's good.
Blech, though. No more back problems, please.
And lets please keep all my body problems under control until the semester is over. Please. Less than two months. Come on. Limp to the finish line. I'm begging you. I'll even do the exercises. Whatever you want, just get me through to the end of the semester with minimal trouble.
And, for god's sake, no swine flu.
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