My Back Hurts From Sitting, And My Legs Hurt From Standing. And I Didn't Get A Call Back About My X-ray

My back hurts from sitting, and my legs hurt from standing. And I didn't get a call back about my x-ray *jumps into the sun*

Determining the intensity of my own pain is a blind calculation. On my first attempt, I assigned the value of ten to a theoretical experience— burning alive. Then I tried to determine what percentage of the pain of burning alive I was feeling. I chose thirty percent—three. Which seemed, at the time, quite substantial. Three. Mail remains unopened. Thoughts are rarely followed to their conclusions. Sitting still becomes unbearable after one hour. Nausea sets in. Grasping at the pain does not bring relief. Quiet desperation descends. “Three is nothing,” my father tells me now. “Three is go home and take two aspirin.” It would be helpful, I tell him, if that could be noted on the scale.

Eula Bliss, The Pain Scale

Good news: calf muscles r growing back!

Bad news: ow

the urge to constantly wear noise cancelling gear and never hear any loud noises ever please :)

Trying to be a uni student while disabled is like pulling teeth. Even with a reduced course load, I can't even manage to go to my classes on Fridays because I'm just completely wiped out. The majority of it is because I'm in fucking pain all the time and I can't focus