My back's really been killing me lately. About once a year, my back starts to act stupid. But it's worse now than it's been before. Probably due to the fact that I'm fatter than ever.
It ranges from like an annoying dull pain to OHJESUSFUCK spasm-type pain. I'm convinced each spasm is taking years off my life.
So I made an appointment for the chiropractor this afternoon. As a general rule, I don't usually like to do things in public that involve taking off my shirt. My backfat rolls need something to cling to besides open air. But I fear it is a necessary evil as "not sleeping" and "hating life" are things that I also don't enjoy.
Man, I hate being in pain. I have an extremely low pain tolerance a.k.a I am a giant fucking baby when it comes to the owies. But going to the chiropractor just means MORE pain! "Oh, you're in pain, well let's crack all your bones and put you through an hour of torture..." NOT COOL. If I'm already in pain, why do I have to be in MORE pain just to get rid of said original pain? There has to be a better way. I think we should cut out the Space Program and use those funds to find a painfree cure for my back. The world can thank me later.
Also, my boss just bent over by my desk and I saw her whaletail. WTF UNIVERSE.