Useless

Now I know I really don't look forward to getting old.

Case in point, this weekend. Instead of being a good medical student and go to board review class, I decided to do a little self review, which is fine and dandy. Benefits: I could multitask and not have to worry about getting caught nodding off. So I bust out the computer. Lo and behold, the internet doesn't work. After a few hours of fiddling around with the modem and the router to no improvement, I gave up. I figured, "I'll do laundry first, get some subject reading done in the interim, and when the load is done, I'll hightail it to the nearest coffee shop fro some free internet. Just so we're clear, the internet is essential for study because I need to to access Kaplan's question bank...and not to surf or blog...but I digress.
So to the hamper I go. I bend over and pick up the colored pile and before I could straighten out, a sneeze overcame me. That's when I realized that something had gone horribly wrong...

It was over in a second and I was Done, with a capital D, down for the count, literally. That little sneeze had sent my lower back into such horrible spasm, that I actually fell to the ground in pain. Sharp, stabbing pain in my lumbar area. Tears welled up in my eyes and I began cursing up a storm, hoping that I could intimidate my sciatica away. It never abated. So for 15 minutes or so, I was on my back, like a flipped turtle, praying that it would all go away. After much deliberation I managed to crawl my way to the bathroom, to the medicine cabinet, looking for some Tylenol. I can't take anything else because I'm allergic to the other pain killers. Wouldn't you know, only 2 tabs are left. Better than nothing. I took them and began making my trip to my room, one agonizing step at a time. I positioned myself as comfortably as possible and passed out.

I woke up in darkness. I check the blackberry: 9:15. I slept the whole afternoon away. I checked my back. Pain's still there. Crap. I tried getting up. It was doable but with great difficulty. I shuffled my way to the kitchen and somehow managed to make a pb&j sammich. I ate in complete silence.

Phone calls to friends/family would have been made, but it was already night and since I'm not one to bother, wouldn't think of calling unless it's absolutely essential (the word 'cripple' came to mind and I just didn't like it at all). So it was like that the whole night. Slow shuffling to the sink, to the bathroom, to my room. I managed to get my study book out and crawled into bed where I read and crashed, till the next day, when my sister came back from her trip and was able to pick me up some extra Tylenol and Capsaicin (try it on sore muscles and joints...works like a charm!).

And there you have it, folks. Another potentially productive weekend, wasted because of a sneeze. Yet one more reason why growing old sucks.

Song of the day: When I'm 64" - The Beatles