Now where was I...oh yea, after the x-ray.

So the doc game me some painkillers and said pain should subside after an hour...nope. no diff after an hour. So he gave me a painkiller shot on my ass...nope no diff as well. Didn't even feel the needle jab coz the pain on my leg was distracting me. Oh well, screw painkillers. I'll just hop and limp my way around, not like I'm going to go to a marathon or anything. Oh boy, was that a mistake.

So I spent the weekend at home. writhing in pain. Did I say pain? That just sounded so mild. It's more like there is a barbed wire from my thigh to my knee which is made of pure acid and every time I move my leg there would be a jolly bolt of lightning running thru the barbed wire. It feels worse when I try to straighten the leg. The pain actually throbs every second and with each throb it just intensifies.

Ok so I exaggerate. Sadly...it's just a slight exaggeration. I remember my mom the torturer asking me to straighten my leg for almost 2 minutes coz she said I have to overcome the pain or something while she does her thingy...so evil...EVIL!

Painkillers? pffft. Who needs em.

Rest of the week went by pretty fast. Painfully fast. Painfully. Get it?

Monday - went to work to try to settle some outstanding items. Oh there is a Raya function. Free food!...that requires me to queue up in line to get food. 1st attempt...gave up after 20 secs. line moved...1 meter. Ok i go sit down. 2nd attempt, gave up after 15 secs. line moved...oh hell it didn't move. Went back to my seat. sat down for half an hour and thankfully there is no line! No food either...other than some laksa. Oh well, something at least.

Tuesday - Couldn't sleep much. No appetite as well. Was hungry around 11am though. Only milk and watermelon in the fridge. Called McD.OK they don't deliver to my place. Called PizzaHut...aaand their bloody phone number didn't work. Oh wait, can always order PizzaHut by their website right?! I WISH! Bloody phone line suddenly died. It was working fine and dandy when I used it around 11ish too...So called TM. Reported phone line. Drank milk. Ate watermelon. Line up by 4pm. Pizza by 5...

Wednesday - went for checkup at the hospital. my first MRI experience! hopefully it's not gonna be a frequent thing. Confirmed got a prolapsed disc. Scheduled for ward entry on Friday. Went back to KL. Had dinner with Ngah. OH HAY BLOODY NICE...all 4 lifts on my block died due to lightning strike. Limped my way up 9 storeys. Good thing I felt a bit better that day or I woulda curl up and whimper every other storey. Oh hay, finally able to pray like normal again.

Thursday - Felt almost cured when I woke up. Decided I wanted nasi lemak for breakfast. Lift still down tho. Oh who cares, I'm cured! Made it to the nasi lemak place beside the swimming pool just in time before it became unbearable. Cured? Yeah right. Oh remember that the lift would still down after I got my nasi lemak. I am so wise at times, I just amaze myself. Went out to pick up Rio. RM3000 bill...Oi Hana, len kali jage kete ok?

And tomorrow I get to get admitted to the hospital! They gonna do this thing called lumbar traction...which is basically modern day equivalent of The Rack. Oh yay...fun...yes?