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I'm tired, sore, and just stressed in general, fall over n die situation.


It all started with sunday evening, after a comfortable weekend of lounging around the house finally enjoying not having to work on the weekend for once, aside from the normal complaining that there is nothing to do. Anyways moving on, so I went to bed around 9ish because I need sleep work at 6am means I have to be up atleast by 5am. Now my younger sister has no appreciation for this, in fact found it nessecary to invite serveral of her hoolagin friends to underage drinking and noise making until the whee hours of the night. Of course you know how tenagers are, getting bigger n such, not much i could do but tell them to turn it down, my mom didnt do much either she was out, she phoned the house once, which led to about 10 minutes of peace and quiet. In all, granted you could say that if i hadnt had a nap ealier on sunday I'da been in rought shape, At best I got 4-5 hours of sleep.

Anyways, on to Monday the 27th, I get up, get ready, and head off on my bicycle towards work, a half decent distance across town, and... BOOM... hit by a car, I can say much other than, I had green light, he had red. bike was in fairly good shape.. crank was bent, no big deal there, of course I went fly with the bike and rather than smash my head into the pavement I put my arm out and let my arm soak up the force. Hey a little road rash never hurt anyone right? Right, however all that force as to go somewhere. So since I was on my wayto work, now more awake than anyone can be at 5 in the morning, bleeding a bit, but in shock, soI got hte guys information, a kind witness nearby with an suv happily took me to work, first thought, get to work before you get in trouble for being late, not feeling anthign as far as pain goes at this time, a little burning in my thumb and in the arm that hit the pavement. So, I get to work clean up my road rash, tell a few people what has happened and resume my normal work day...(what was I thinking? I dont know)... So later on into my shift once more people had found out what had happened, work ever so kindly sent me to the hospital in a cab which they paid for, and after 4 hours at the hospital, poking and proding, discovering my really abnormal heart beat, the doctor hads me 2 Ibuprophen, gives me the run dow nthat my arm will heal fine and he doesnt think I will nbeed X-rays, however, yes always something comes up, remember where all that force went? Into my shoulder of course. The doctor stated I should take them and if I need anyhting stronger that I should come back, of course it doesnt have that I moved on friday the... 31st? after hte hospital I returned to work wit hthe docotrs note, and the courtesy cab, waited for a fellow co workd to give me a ride home. Nothing much exciting after that, stopped at a few retail stores, picked up some small things, then went home to rest, sat in my big comfy chair until bed time, then went to sleep

As for tuesday, well, woke up, could barely move my arm because of my shoulder, oh wow hey that hurttts, phoned in for work and went back to sleep for 4-6 more hours, I didnt do much else aside from sleeping and sitting in the chair, and informing my mom what had happened. The week went on, I went to work though its difficult to ride my bike now with 1 arm because the other is pretty much useless and I can't put much if any force on it. At work they introduced more prcocesses mroe things that cause headaches and after one day off, joy, its jsut fabulous, the truth is im amost affriad to ask for anymore days off might lose my job? I dont know, they are attenance nuts where I work. friday comes along, moving day, I didnt have to help with too too much but what I did hurt, and with little protest, I had ad extra strength advil and it still didnt do a lot. On top of having to move to a new supposidly nice neighborhood, someone had stole my bike in the midst of moving.

Luckily after the weekend I got atleast 1 more day off, because of labour day, but here I return to work in protest, after I road my old bike, way too small and as I found out coming down the overpass, oh, no brakes, luckily beforeI got going to fast I was able to hop of my bike and walk down most of the way before continuing to work as the rain came pooring down. I dont know what to do anymore now I sit here, shoulder still, aching, work waiting, and a life that I'd rather forget and fall face down into a black oblivion and disappear from.

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