To quote my favorite Eeyore shirt, “I hate Mondays”.
I woke up this morning, and although I was tired, I was feeling pretty okay about the day. That should have been my first sign. I got ready as usual, dressed a little spiffier than usual, just because I wanted to look nicer, you know? I go into work, and I open up our department, something I always like doing because I can get a hell of a lot more done before we open up and patrons start bothering me. Being pretty content at work should probably have been my second sign.
Well, the day went to hell from there. Nothing really bad or tragic, just little things mounting up to irritate me and put me in a bad, funky mood. The topper of this wonderful cake of grumpiness happened when I noticed this shooting pain in the back, upper part of my left leg (basically, my left butt cheek). It wasn’t a constant pain, but every time I’d bend over a certain way and straighten up, I’d let out a little yelp of pain. One of my coworkers finally urged me to go home, something I’d already made up my mind to do at that point. I even went so far as to call my chiropractor so I could ask if I could come in a.s.a.p. It turns out, I have another pinched nerve. Great.
Now, why is it on the day I decided to get dressed all nice, wearing a mostly new outfit, my back decides to give me problems? I swear to bob, I am cursed. Cursed, I tell ya.
Also, why is it that when I decide to really get serious about losing weight and exercising, my body decides that’s the prime opportunity to malfunction and prevent me from getting into shape? Does it not understand that I’m trying to lose weight for it? Stupid bastard.
I AM CURSED!
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