My back is starting to get a little better... for those of you who don't know what happened but have had the pleasure of being exposed to the slope of danger and treachery outside my house, I shall explain....
Bob got drunk and in process of worrying about him falling down the slope and breaking his face again (and more importantly his glasses, which I can't afford to replace) irony struck a cruel blow and landed me on my coccyx.... ?!"?$?"££$^%$^&£$I*!"$£*$&£*(*%$*_"£!*$$^.... that is the string of profanity that escaped very loudly from my mouth along with some whimpering and the sound of trying very hard not to cry...
I forced myself in to work the next day... even though getting dressed in the morning actually made me cry it hurt so much and spent the whole day drugged up on mighty morphing pain killers fluctuating between trying not to cry in pain and being so spaced out that I was unable to function like a conscious human being.... my boss didn't notice any of this and continued to insist that I run about the place and pick things up off the floor.... even my wincing and gasps of pain were not enough for him to think that perhaps, just perhaps there might have been something wrong with one of his staff....
I put myself through this ordeal because the snide comments I would have received from him and knowing he would have taken it out on Cathryn if I took time off, was worse than the pain itself....
This just added the icing to the enormous steaming shit cake that is my life...
Consequently I have realised that there is a fair chance that I am really quite depressed...and I can't afford a counsellor... oh dear...
On the plus side, Cathryn and I have come up with a fun game to play at work... which may only be possible if you listen to music at work via the internet... basically, it's like musical word association... in the morning somebody chooses a song and then the other person must pick one that follows on from it in some way... for example: Spin Doctors, Two Princes could be followed by Prince Charming by Adam Ant, which could be followed by Charming Man by The Smiths.... etc etc... it whiles away literally hours ...and helps to prevent either of us from throwing ourselves off the suspension bridge... so far anyway...
I will not go silently into the night... oh no... I will damn well whine about it all the way there... and you will bloody well listen to my self indulgent, increasingly emo ranting....
Hell I may even take up cranking... I hear it's what all the best emo kids are doing these days...
No picture for you today... The Pixie is waaaaaaaay too miserable for that... *grumble grumble moan moan blah blah blah grumble*
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Both alliterative and indeed sinister....mostly just wanky self indulgence though
About Me
- The Pixie
- I am a contrary little blighter... An enigma wrapped in a mystery, covered in pastry... I don't like pastry... Frankly, I don't much care for most of the rest of the world either... but sometimes people are just the most wonderful thing ever... Like I said, I'm contrary!
4 comments:
Poor little Pixie.
Get yourself to the doctors and demand some Co-Codamol. That shit's THE BOMB.
I concur. It makes TV so much more interesting and it helped to sort my back pain.
I never do anything interesting enough to warrant pain killers...So I'm unable to suggest any.
Have a bath...if you can bend that way.
Try honey in tea. Won't help the pain, but the infusion of pure Englishness may help developing a stiff upper lip:)
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