Monday, April 11, 2011

Curse their eyes.

Okay, so, many of you know I tore a group of muscles in my shoulder.

Those of you who didn't know that are going "Wow, really?" And sending me a sympathy hug.


The Mother booked me an appointment for tomorrow with the Physiotherapist.


I'll let you know why it's gargh.

There's three reasons, Painalets. 1. I hate being touched. 2. I hate being looked at. 3. I don't like people. Oh, and another. I HATE HATE HATE hospital gowns. I mean REALLY? You might as well dress me in mosquito netting.

I'd actually almost rather just deal with the pain.

And I don't like writing out forms. "Circle one: How would you describe your pain? 1 2 3 4 5."
It's annoying because I'm seriously sitting there, staring into space, wondering if the groaning of my shoulder is a 4 or a 5.

Or if my definition of pain is different then others.

So yeah. Don't like them.

I'm going to grind my teeth and suffer through it,though. Just so long as he doesn't try to put needles in me. I can't be responsible for my actions if he does. If he finds himself missing a hand, I blame him. >:}

Signing off; feeling like crap.

And sorry if you don't agree with me and think my head is on backwards. XD

Love, The Paina.


  1. Your head IS on backwards. Duh.

    It's all about YOUR definition. Don't worry about theirs. ;)

  2. Totally get it. Sympathizing fo sho. Virtual hug!

    Ty says the physiotherapist guy is really nice. He's not a dinkball jerkbat face. It doesn't make it much better, but it is a little better than having to put up with a dinkball jerkbat face.

  3. Awww :( :( :( *massive virtual hug* *MASSIVER THEN THAT^)

    Tell me how it goes <3

  4. No no...I get you completely so my hug beats this one up here. ^


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