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I am currently in bed on my lappy. I am trying to help my back recover. Why?

Gods, I don’t know, but my back is in extreme pain.

I bent down to pick up the bag containing Ghostbusters: The Video Game (Which has been nothing but awesome so far. Expect a full write-up later, but if you’re excited about the idea of the game, it’s worth your time.) as I got out my car, and then BAM. Intense back pain.Overwhelming. And now I can’t really bend over or anything.

Of course, after like a week of no work, this decides to happen during the day when I have to work. Heh.

This pain is pretty well identical to the horrible pain I got from lifting heavy things to help my brother move in. Only, of course, that’s a reason that makes sense. I lifted too much and threw out my back. But now, I guess, it’s come back? It wasn’t totally healed? I mean, I guess it did take quite a long time to heal last time. I guess it’s a permanent issue. Horrible. Unfortunate.

Of course, a lot of this comes down to how I deal with pain, which is, I normally just ignore it. Headache? Ignored, and I continue with whatever as my head pounds. Ankle aching and I’m limping? I’m certainly going to keep walking around and aren’t going to let it affect my plans. And hell, I carried a lot of heavy objects while my back was fucked up last time.
I guess, at some level it’s because I deserve pain. But I also think it’s sort of an inherent hate of my body. It deserves to ache and limp. Fuck that thing. It’s all wrong anyway.

But I need to take care of myself better… I should really stop that…
So I stopped playing Ghostbusters, and here I am. In bed.
I hope you’re happy, body.