It's been a month since the mugging.
They cut me up bad, leaving metal inside me. They took a fortune from me and kidnapped me for 5 days but I've survived so far.
Still have pain. DANG.
I'm getting measurably better, yes, but I still have pain to deal with. I hope I haven't done something to cause something to go wrong because I have real pain in my back. The instructions say that I can't move for 3 months. But you've gotta get dressed and use the bathroom and move from chair to bed, etc. Even though I have to do that stuff I'm still not supposed to bend or twist or lift. I'm not supposed to walk too much and for quite a while there we had snow and ice to the extent that I couldn't even think about going outside. Ms. Donna pointed out that one little slip could put me back in the hospital.
DONT MOVE. If you move we may have to cut you up again.
Sheesh.
I'm going crazy. I want to do things. Since I've acquired that recent back pain, Ms. Donna has insisted that I do even less now. I had begun washing dishes - yes, I wash dishes. I like to eat in a clean place. But I can't lean over to handle the dishwasher. I can't twist to rinse or drain or place. Can't wash 'em. She says I still can't feed the dogs. Bending over there too. I can't do the chickens. I can't take out the trash. I am allowed to lift a book and a crossword puzzle and the laptop. So that's my entire life.
I still take drugs. 2 Lortabs in the morning, at noon and in the evening. Still hurt.
The physical terrorist comes by twice a week but I think that's supposed to stop this week. I guess I wore them out.
I've lost more than 10 pounds. So there you go. Wanna lose weight? Just get mugged.
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