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I hate pain
Sep. 10th, 2003 09:56 amSo here I am in bed because of the Shady Grove Metro station escalators combined with apparently blind people. Came in from work yesterday evening, got off the train, followed the herd of sheeple to the down escalator. I was about to step off the escalator when people started bumping into me from behind. I managed to barely catch myself from sprawling forward and going down to my knees. So I did this little hop-dance away from people and felt both my knees go crack-pop-twist and the muscles in my thighs and calves clench and shriek in shock. I almost did collapse. Stood there for a minute with my jaw clenched, trying not to scream. A couple of passing people asked if I was okay. I said, yeah, just stumbled, no big deal. Gradually, the shock faded and become a dull numb throb. So I went through the gate, up the escalator to the bus, took the bus to the bus stop, and walked the 20 minutes home, because it actually wasn't screaming hurting; just throbbing. I managed to ignore it all night. Adam came home around 1:30 in the morning from work, because he had a shitload of computers to set up. I went back to sleep. Legs felt reasonably okay. Woke up. Still reasonably okay. I even got up and hit the snooze button three or four times.
Then, out of nowhere, my right knee started pounding pounding throbbing aching sharp sharp pain. I gritted my teeth against it, until the leg itself decided to join in. Eventually, after the pain started radiating up my back, I got up and reached for the phone to call work. Adam snapped at me that I was just panicky because it was close to the time when I should be on the Metro and that I wasn't really hurt. That pissed me off. I called into work anyway, got back into bed...and then my left knee cracked and I felt like I'd been shot in the leg. So I screamed. Not loudly, just enough to be a yelp of shock-pain. I curled up against the pillow. Then Adam started believing me. I think his quote was, "When a person starts yelling 'Ow, fuck fuck fuck' that means they're hurt and they shouldn't move."
I took some Tylenol and Valerian and a hot shower once the pain started subsiding. Combined with the Strattera, it's making me very awake yet very calm. Did you know people used Valerian root as a painkiller?
So I'm not very pleased right now. I emailed my boss/coworker volunteering to finish up an online research project, because I feel that bad about missing work. It sucks. I hate sheeple on escalators.
( Yes, I got bored last night and saved these )</fon
Then, out of nowhere, my right knee started pounding pounding throbbing aching sharp sharp pain. I gritted my teeth against it, until the leg itself decided to join in. Eventually, after the pain started radiating up my back, I got up and reached for the phone to call work. Adam snapped at me that I was just panicky because it was close to the time when I should be on the Metro and that I wasn't really hurt. That pissed me off. I called into work anyway, got back into bed...and then my left knee cracked and I felt like I'd been shot in the leg. So I screamed. Not loudly, just enough to be a yelp of shock-pain. I curled up against the pillow. Then Adam started believing me. I think his quote was, "When a person starts yelling 'Ow, fuck fuck fuck' that means they're hurt and they shouldn't move."
I took some Tylenol and Valerian and a hot shower once the pain started subsiding. Combined with the Strattera, it's making me very awake yet very calm. Did you know people used Valerian root as a painkiller?
So I'm not very pleased right now. I emailed my boss/coworker volunteering to finish up an online research project, because I feel that bad about missing work. It sucks. I hate sheeple on escalators.
( Yes, I got bored last night and saved these )</fon
