Ahh that sucks big time. Good thing you got over it. I just had a mental image of one's back muscles tearing on the inside and I cringed a little. Serves me right for visualizing nasty things. I've had bad coughs before, but they were more like...I'd cough just from breathing. It was so bad that one would mistake it for a smoker's cough. It didn't affect my muscles by the end, but it did horribly mess up my throat. Not fun times. :no:
Mild eh? Lucky you. It isn't necessarily a heat wave over here, but it's a bit too hot for my liking. Tomorrow I can finally see a doctor about my back and hopefully get an x-ray or something. I hope it's just a muscle-thing.
I'm still hurting a little, but I'm feeling a lot better than how I used to at the beginning. I'm just about out of pain pills, though. x_x I suppose I am feeling rather....demo-ented today. muwahaha
I was born in a log cabin on the desert plains of Saskatchewan. My mother was a coal miner. My father was Aqua Man. We kept him in a tank in my backyard. I didn't spend much time with him cause I would drown.
My favorite thing to do as a child was astral projecting to Finland and eavesdropping on conversations. I can't understand the language, but i'd pretend they were saying something vastly profound and that I was somehow a part of history.
My dog died while I was at camp. He wasn't old or anything. He was in a shoot out with the cops. My dog ran with a tough crowd. His name was Mittens.
So this one time... Me and Bobby Greely were out down by the railroad tracks and he said, "Do you want to see a dead body?" And I was like, "Oh hell yeah." And so he bludgeoned himself with a rock. And I was like, "Aw, do it again." ... But he didn't say anything.
*spins* How does this work? I really... don't know.
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