...they didn't even ask me any questions.

I feel awful.

So, my lower back seized up yesterday. Not sure why. Don't remember lifting anything or straining it. I am SO out of shape.
Lots of pain. Can barely go to the washroom.

So I'm going to avoid urinals today, 'cause if my pants slip of my butt, I'm pretty much done for. Won't be picking them up anytime soon. I'll be stuck in the washroom with my pants around my ankles.

I should probably keep my cell phone on me, in case I get stuck.

Anna's put some Deep Cold on me, last night and this morning. Counter-irritants are great but they don't solve the underlying issue. Pretty much what I've come to expect from 'Western Medicine'.

I'm having little moments of wanting to laugh and cry and curl up into a ball from the intermittant shooting pain.

Well, gotta get to work. Thank goodness I work at a desk. I'm going to be pretty useless today. At least I can answer phone calls.

Why people feel they must talk directly to me and only to me in order to schedule a pick up is beyond me. I'm busy! Anyone who answers the phone can take a pick up. Or in other words:

FUCK OFF!