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HOLY FUCKING GOD
I am in such UNIMAGINABLE PAIN.
Typing this right now from the cafe at Simmons, where my first day of classes has been turned from intimidating into nightmarish torture session by virtue of my own body's treachery.
I overslept in an awkward position and when I woke up I discovered a "crick" in my neck, where "crick" represents blinding unstoppable pain. But I only had an hour to get ready for classes so I couldn't do much about it except cry silently deep inside from all the stress compounded by physical hurt.
It's literally like some kind of horrific shock therapy. I'll be minding my own business and then an arm will wander into discomfort territory or I will turn my head at a certain angle and I will be seized with sudden intense tear-inducing pain that I cannot alleviate. I don't dare turn my head to the right, so I've been holding my head slightly to the left since I woke up this morning and oh god it's beginning to be achingly uncomfortable but I can't do anything else. It's like a hostage situation; I am crying and begging my neck to stop it, okay okay, I'll do what you want, but to no avail. It sends another jolt to my nervous system and laughs menacingly.
I begged the people in the library to give me some form of painkiller over my break and that was over an hour ago and the Excedrin hasn't done anything yet.
I am sitting at a public computer typing this entry and weeping with as much silent dignity as I can because the pain is so bad.
I have class until 9pm.
This is hell.
(Also, this Mac is ridiculously difficult to type on or navigate LJ with.)
Typing this right now from the cafe at Simmons, where my first day of classes has been turned from intimidating into nightmarish torture session by virtue of my own body's treachery.
I overslept in an awkward position and when I woke up I discovered a "crick" in my neck, where "crick" represents blinding unstoppable pain. But I only had an hour to get ready for classes so I couldn't do much about it except cry silently deep inside from all the stress compounded by physical hurt.
It's literally like some kind of horrific shock therapy. I'll be minding my own business and then an arm will wander into discomfort territory or I will turn my head at a certain angle and I will be seized with sudden intense tear-inducing pain that I cannot alleviate. I don't dare turn my head to the right, so I've been holding my head slightly to the left since I woke up this morning and oh god it's beginning to be achingly uncomfortable but I can't do anything else. It's like a hostage situation; I am crying and begging my neck to stop it, okay okay, I'll do what you want, but to no avail. It sends another jolt to my nervous system and laughs menacingly.
I begged the people in the library to give me some form of painkiller over my break and that was over an hour ago and the Excedrin hasn't done anything yet.
I am sitting at a public computer typing this entry and weeping with as much silent dignity as I can because the pain is so bad.
I have class until 9pm.
This is hell.
(Also, this Mac is ridiculously difficult to type on or navigate LJ with.)
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