They say that laughter is the best medicine. It may make my mind feel better but it makes the rest of me hurt like hell.
I have either pinched a nerve or have a disk out of place in my back or something and it hurts like crazy. It hurts when I sit, stand, walk, talk, breathe or blink. So I am trying not to do any of those things. I sneezed tonight and they almost had to pick me up off of the floor.
But laughing..... ah yes. That is supreme pain. And on a night when you have me, Sgt LB, KP, Chucky and Drew all in the same office, it is really hard not to laugh. We get raunchy puns flying around the room and we just can't stop.
I'm sitting in the chair wiping the tears from my eyes going "Hee hee hee... ow, ah gawd. Hee hee hee... ow.... dammit... hee hee hee snap! Quit it!"
And I was one of the worst ones. It's a sickness, that bad Hive sense of humor. Even when I was hurting myself I couldn't stop.
I am calling the doctor first thing in the morning. Depending on which way it goes, I may not be in to work. Somebody tell BG I'm sorry if I don't make it. I may end up flat on my back for the next couple of days.
But I can't take another day of this pain. Even if he can't fix it, I'm going to have him give me something to take the pain away for a few hours so I can get some sleep.
And I can get away from those clowns who keep making me laugh.... ooooooooch.
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