Hey you know what? Getting old sucks. Last week I was doing some cleaning at work. I was standing on one of those stupid two step ladders (you know, the kind Pun has all over his house so he can get things off the top shelf). I take a step off and miss the bottom rung (couldn't see it, HA! beat you assholes to it!) and landed with all my weight on my right leg. Hurt a little, but no big deal, right?
Only, no. As the day went on, it hurt more and more. I got home that night and could barely sit. Just below my hip, it felt like someone was constantly punching me, and my lower back hurt more than normal. The next morning, I couldn't even walk, so I missed work.
Here's where it gets extra shitty, but this is my own fault. I filled out an accident report the next day (saturday) but I couldn't go to the doctor because any time you do that, you get drug tested. Now, at the time, I hadn't taken a thing, but that night, because I was hurting I took a viccodin right after I got home for the pain, and a lunesta later that night so I could sleep, both which I assume would show up in a drug test, and neither are currently prescribed to me (they WERE prescribed, it is just not a current prescription)
Anyway, it worked out well enough, I worked Saturday and you will all be happy to know that I am as good as I am going to get now.
The end
The Phillies are everything I hoped the Mets would be - a team that plays their fucking asses off for all 27 outs. They're never out of a game. Solly 10/20/09