The AGONY and the Lack of ECSTASY

I wish I could begin to describe how bad my back hurts.  Shit, I wish I could GIVE someone else this pain.  Or divide it up amongst several people, because then it would not be so bad for me, yet would still be bearable for the others.

Obviously, I accomplished nearly nothing today--my back hurt so bad, I would have cried if it would have done any good.

I've exceeded the maximum dosage of ibuprophen and have spent most of the afternoon/evening in the recliner, hoping I would fall asleep so I wouldn't have to feel the pain any more.

Of course, I still have diarrhea as well (since last Saturday), so getting up and down to go to hthe bathroom--and having to HURRY to the bathroom makes it so much worse.

I am now lying on my bed--and it doesn't make me want to scream so long as I am lying completely still.

I've eaten nothing today except for a couple of Christmas cookies I liberated from school.  I just put a couple of potatoes (small ones) into the oven with a pot pie--but then I had to run upstairs again--to the toilet.  And it hurt so bad to go up and down the stairs, that I decided I would just lie on my bed a while and see if anyone was on line.

I was hoping for GG, since I now have my new microphone and I wanted to give it a go.

Gah.  I feel horrible--and angry because I got nothing done today--and tomorrow I have to go to my mother's.  Life is just sucky sometimes.