So my trip to the Er was nothing spectacular. I got right in. Did a variety of tests. The Dr. told me almost 6 hours later that I have a ruptured disc. It can take 9 to 12 weeks to get over it! That's right, 9 to 12 WEEKS! FUCK!!!!!! He also said that I will need physical therapy to alleviate the symptoms. Um... I have no insurance. That's not going to be possible. I have more good news as if everything else wasn't enough, 50% of all people to get a ruptured disc, have symptoms for the rest of their lives. Great! 10% actually have to have back surgery to repair it. Now we all know what sort of luck I have. I have no doubt I be scheduling surgery in the near future. FUCK!!!! Thankfully, I am on some incredible drugs, got to take the day off work, and won't be able to deliver the papers this weekend. Bonus! At least the drugs are working. I still hurt, but at least it's a bit more bareable. Seriously though, I hate this. Maybe I'll just put myself in a home, play euchre, knit a scarf, and wear Depends. My roommate will be Sophia Petrillo. Now that would be sweet!

