Some days, you shouldn't get out of bed. But on those days, you work anyhow. Capitalism.
I like how, in aging, the simple act of getting out of bed can result in This or That. A couple months ago I got up, only to discover my right ankle did not support my weight. Still no clear idea what happened. All that's certain is there wound up being a brace-- briefly, a cane! --and for a while there was a limp.
Wearing the ankle brace caused me to compensate with my right knee, and since the ankle incident, I've had increased stress & discomfort around the outboard tendons on the right side of the right knee joint.
It's just how things happen. A jenga of tumbledown bullshit. My body is an inherited castle, very draughty and irish and prone to green fur and probably haunted by a banshee. I should rent my shit out to Nick Cage. "Yo, Nick. I hear you collect haunted castles. Well, I have a banshee in my anus."
So yeah, yesterday, I got up. Went to the toilet. And lo! Blew out my butthole. And then worked for eight hours straight, no break. It's how I like to do it. It's soothing to my masculine ego, having a visceral, intimate pain that can't really be Treated except by rest, as I am not allowed to rest while at work.
Which probably sounds like an exaggeration? "Not allowed to rest." That's not the literal policy, but it is to an extent the literal truth, because there was no backup yesterday. No second shift who would come in to help me. And the workload doesn't diminish. Never diminishes. It stays constant, all shift.
Lest this all sound like whining-- because it is whining; don't act like you haven't read a blog before --let me stress that I have no insurance, and am pretty financially leveled. Like, I've got maybe five grand saved from the past year. So there's really nothing I can do besides keep working, blown out ass or not. So what if I have a twisted balloon animal knot at the base of my spine?
Some days, you shouldn't poo. But on those days... You walk slowly, with intense concentration. For fear of hearing the siren shriek of the banshee of the butthole.
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