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PAIN

1 June 2015, 08:57

I’m in some incredible amount of back agony. Thursday and Friday, I moved about 1,200-1,400 lbs. of obsolete computer equipment from a Crazy-Man’s print shop to my house and I did some really BAD THINGS to my back. Everything from the bottom of my shoulder blades down to right above where my tooshie starts hurts like knives are being twisted into the spaces in between the bones. There is no relief because trying to shift into position where there is no pain is futile – positions of no pain change randomly, so what works one time, doesn’t the second. For those of you bots that don’t know, I did this last week for two days:Legacy Mac Hell

It was some hard labor – hard labor to me. I’m not in the greatest of shape, so lifting, even when you do it right, and I probably didn’t, will hurt you severely. Ow. Ow. Ow.

I sorted out just a ton of stuff and ended up with 2 G4s, an ancient laptop, Methuselah’s personal Performa, a bubble butt iMac, a big ass HP Designjet 500 without a stand, and various bits and equipment that work or partial work. I have a large amount of RAM that I can’t for the life of me identify. I have other people’s hard drives that I’m going to go through, as soon as I get a monitor. I got a shit ton of crap, and no monitor to hook up to G4s.

And I have pain. Just a vast amount of back pain. I’m not sure if it all was worth it. I come out ahead if I consider my own time worth diddily squat, but I’m not willing to do that. I sure as hell don’t consider the back pain worth nothing. I haven’t done the tready in a while, and I don’t know if I’ll be up to it this week. But I haven’t been stuffing my face with shit until yesterday, when Doug bought Chinese food and 10 dollars worth of junk food. I’m a weak woman. I just can’t resist that sort of sabotage for very long before I succumb and gobble up a box of Crunch and Munch at one sitting.

I’m trying to get motivation to get up and move around and do what I’m suppose to do. I’m sort of hoping I’m struck by lightning so that I can be carted off to the hospital and be able to lie around for a week. Instead. I’m about to down 6 ibuprofen and pray that I don’t need one of those necklaces the “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” ladies have.

Kill me.