Back pain blows. I used to have a bloody sore bad back, from when I had to carry shopping back home from town, while the bitch from tartarus (I.e my borderline, bipolar, manipulative, thieving, compulsive liar and a generally noxious, serpentine , abyss-begat whore from hell, aka 'squirrel', formerly of AFF, was staying here as a housemate claimed at least, that it couldn't manage to bear the weight on It's bad hip (I didn't have a hip problem myself at the time, only my knee was bad)
Carrying two weeks to a fucking month's worth of food put my back out pretty bad.
Being put on a script for a strong-arsed myorelaxant to ease the cramp I have in my calf fixed it up though, and of course, having kicked that hadean goat-molester out to whatever gutter it slithered out from means I only have to shop for myself, and can almost always get a lift to the supermarket from my old man helps; I've had no back issues for quite some time now.
A bloody relief and no mistake.
What I want now, is to get the MRI scan I'm having on my knee over and done with, as after that, my doc is going to repeat the methylprednisolone shots in my knee and hip repeated. The steroids work well, but only last for some 2-3 months or so each time.
And I want to hurry the fuck up and get paid, as I have a huge craving for a big hot plate of fish and chips.
