I'VE FALLEN AND I CAN'T GET UP.............
Well, it is more a long the lines of "I bent over to get the dog's dish, a shooting pain went up my back and I fell to my knees".
And there I stayed until Steve got home. He's thinking he's getting a blow job, I'm ready to cry from the pain. Steve manages to get me up while cracking "old lady" jokes. I take two steps and fall again to my knees. This is NOT good, this is NOT how I envisioned the evening going.
Steve takes me to the Dr., two young 20 something pop tarts walk out. Mr.Smart Ass pipes up with "hey, maybe if I'm telling them I'm helping my mom get out of the car, they will think I'm a sensitive guy and go out on a date with me".
I curse at him in tounges............
The Dr. gives me a shot and is amazed I STILL CAN'T FUCKING MOVE. I get a perscription for my true love Vicodin and some muscle relaxor. I make sure I get a bottle of whiskey to wash it down with. I haven't been in this much pain since Kirby threw my sorry ass two years ago. THAT little episode took a fucking month to get over. Goddam it! This fucking SUCKS.............