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Soooooo... my back has been twinging for the last week or two, but usually some good sleep will take care of the problem. Until today. Thursday. Whatever. Yeah, after my successful shower, I went to bed and woke up around 4ish because the cat threw herself on me and said, "Wake up and feed me, dammit!" and trying to get out of bed took 15 minutes. It was not my finest hour. So much pain. :/ Went back to bed, carefully, and when I woke up for dinner I thought maybe it was better. Yeah, no. After dinner, I could barely hobble back upstairs (our couch is not comfy enough to snooze on otherwise I might've given that a whirl) and had to call out of work. Which I hate doing because I know how much it sucks when someone calls out. But I also know I'd never make it through tonight's shift and the rest of the week. But lord help me if I didn't get the long suffering sigh of "you must be kidding, you bitch" from the shift lead.

Which is particularly amusing since she's the one person everyone in the non-pharmacy portion of the store agrees does the least amount of work. I hate getting even the most subtle of guilt trips when I call out, which I have done exactly once this year prior to tonight. Once! And that was when I killed my knee.


Anyway, considering I have the rest of the weekend to work all by myself, it was either work tonight and die and really leave them in the lurch or, y'know, stay home and let Dr. Ozma do her thing. So far her thing seems to be burrow under the covers and pull my hair out but who am I to question the great doctor?