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Fuck!

Not at work today.

I've managed to wrench my neck out horribly and as a result got no sleep last night. This means that I'm going to be nothing even remotely like functional, so I'm going back to bed in the hope that I actually get something resembling sleep at some point.

I have a chiropractor appointment tonight, so I'll be better tomorrow, but at the moment I feel like I'm going to cry at any moment.

I hate this body, I really do.

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persephone_20
Dec. 2nd, 2008 11:18 pm (UTC)
Oh hon. So many people seem to have back problems. I'm sorry that you are one of them. *hugs*
fred_bear
Dec. 3rd, 2008 12:29 am (UTC)
*hugs* for you honey. Hope you feel better real soon!
towkarn
Dec. 3rd, 2008 03:17 am (UTC)
My body hates me like that, too. It's worse when I get a blood nose in the middle of the night and wake up every two hours thinking "What tastes like copper?" on top of the back troubles and things.

*cuddles*
halloranelder
Dec. 3rd, 2008 03:21 am (UTC)
Some *cuddles* would be really nice about now.

*cuddles*
towkarn
Dec. 3rd, 2008 03:31 am (UTC)
You don't want 'em from me, though. I'm sick! D: So very sick, and dying, and horribly ill and everything! :(
halloranelder
Dec. 4th, 2008 04:04 am (UTC)
Blah! I think I might have picked up your lurgy anyway. *cuddles* in shared misery.
towkarn
Dec. 4th, 2008 11:26 am (UTC)
Alas!
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