Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ... I revisited the bathroom after I regained the ability to move, and I realized that anything that could've been broken, was; anything that could've been thrown in disarray, was. But my brain could not recollect how I have managed to do such things. I guess you need your neck to be able to pee.
Then upon more pressure I relate how I am a living proof of Newton's Third Law of Motion. I had great intentions to giving my thesis a stab on Sunday morning. I knew I'd procrastinate at least three hours, so for this reason I woke up at 7AM. I open my eyes, beautiful day, I think, and oh crap, I need to pee. So I get up.... and that's when shit hits the fan... or not, as there was no fan nor the need to defecate. A searing pain ran through my neck, and suddenly... I could not move... without blacking out. Hear me out: any slight movement of my neck or my spine, caused me to black out. Well, that couldn't be good, right? So anytime I'd come out of the blackout, I'd panic... I was not ready to lead the life of Stephen Hawking... I am nearly not as cool or smart. What to do, what to do? Call 911!! ... Oh shit, the phone is on my floor... too far too far. What to do?! I can't be paralyzed!! Maybe laying still will somehow help... and that idea worked for a bit until I realized I had to pee. NOW. It was either that, or pee the mattress. How I wish I had Depends(r) at that moment. But no, I AM A SCIENTIST, I shall NOT soil myself. So I get up and black out. I get up and proceed to the bathroom passing out and hitting all possible things I could've: the floor, the bookcase, the wall, the door, the sink, the trash, the toilet, the ceramic floor, the bathtub. Not sure what happened in the bathroom. Or how I got back to bed. Hours later, tired of being still, I moved... SUCCESS, this time I did not pass out. I could with great effort get up. Couldn't turn my head, but at least it was a start. Today, I was fine with the exception that in order to turn my head I had to turn my whole body. Sexy. Also, a means for a lot of jokes from my boss, who would stand to my side, so I had to make a great effort to turn my body and turn my swivel chair around to see him. "So that's why you're suffering from especially bad case of Tourette's syndrome today?" Boss joked. "Why are you making this face?" Boss is concerned and then sees me grabbing my neck in pain. "Do you need... a hot pack... a cold pack??" 11:47 p.m. - January 30, 2012 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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