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You know life would be about 200 percent better if I wasn't in so much goddamn pain all the time. Here I am trying to get stuff ready for Nicole's arrival tomorro (it's her birthday) and I can barely move my back and ass hurt so bad. I just want to go lay down but if I do then nothing gets done. So what am I to do? Grit my teeth and bear it? It's become so bad I MUST go lay down... I cannot believe this shit. Is this how the rest of my life is to be? A couple hours of function in the morning, then the pain gets so bad that I can barely do anything. Used to be I could work (hard Hotshot type labor) 36 hours or more if needed. Now I can barely do 6 fithout needing to flop.
I've eaten 2 percocets so far to no effect. Gonna go lay down now.
There's a little extra added bonus to the pain.... The spasms increase as well, possibly flipping me out of the chair. So I have to worry about, pay attention to, and try not to let that happen.
Damn this freakin' hurts... Even worse is the frustration of an active mind riding around in a broken and failing body.

So I have this new cusion, right? It's got a bunch of little pillowy howyadoins in it and looks like this. The problem is that the front of the damn thing is curved so anything I place there falls off after a couple pushes. I pick it up, put it back, push a couple times, and it falls off again. I pick it up.... Are you seeing a pattern here yet? Tell me if you dropped whatever you were carrying every few steps it wouldn't piss you off.
My old one was one of these... It has squishy stuff under my ass and a solid part under my legs. Stuff didn't fall off as easy. The new one relieves the pressure on my ass better I guess, but doesn't stop the pain any.
Living with this pain has got to be the worst torture ever. If I didn't have a girlfriend and people who would care if I was gone, I would have shot myself long ago. I'm still afraid I might do it, that's why the only weapon I have in the house is a crossbow. It's pretty damn hard to kill yourself with one of those. It's not like I can pull the goddamn trigger with my toe or something. That's why my hand-cannon full of 185 grain hollopoints lives at Mom and Dad's. That is just a little too tempting. Because I keep thinking "Who gives a damn? Am I torturing myself simply so that others may see me alive whenever they want to check?" Apparently so. I hope someday it will freakin' be worth it. I've gotta tell you tho... There's not a hell of a lot of joy in my life anymore. .

So lately my eyes have been going all googly. I dunno if my glasses are screwed up or if it's caused by my other theory- You see, I don't go outside much anymore. Therefore they don't have to focus far away. So when I do, usually to drive somewhere, after about an hour I seem to lose the ability to focus corectly. I get double vision and nothing I can do makes it go away except taking a nap. So if I have the time I pull over and sleep for a bit. Fun Fun.

So now that I've eaten all those damn percocets, I'm tired AND in pain. All I wanna do is take a nap... Maybe when I wake up the pain will be gone and obviously I won't be tires anymore. But the list of crap will be no closer to being done, now will it. But my mind is also moving so slow (coz of the pills) I can barely type let alone think.



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