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Post by The Curmudgeon on Sept 27, 2011 9:10:37 GMT 2
"I can't stands no more."
Or, to be more precise, I can't stand anymore.
See if you can work this one out. I go to bed on Friday night, sober and healthy, at around 2am. I get up on Saturday morning around 10am.. and I can't stand on my right foot. It's fucking AGONY. I had to limp and drag myself to the bathroom.
I hadn't done anything for this to happen. I hadn't sprained it. I hadn't been out jogging, I hadn't twisted my foot or taken a funny turn or a bad step. But for some reason I just could not walk.
Sunday - same story. Ditto Monday. The pain trails off later on during the day (I was at my parents for the weekend so alcohol may have been a factor) but in the morning my foot feels like someone is sticking needles through it.
I eventually went to hospital on the Monday and they couldn't work it out either. Their solution was "it's not broken, sprained or injured. You may need to wear shoes with better support, so here's some painkillers in the meantime. Or you may have been bitten by a SPIDER, here's some antibiotics to fight the infection." Basically "we don't know. Here's some drugs. Now fuck off."
So I am now housebound, unable to walk without blinding pain, and I still have no idea why, and the only thing I can do now is take more pills than Eminem. What the hell is going on?
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Post by Ben on Sept 27, 2011 20:25:34 GMT 2
Sounds like an upset Black Eyed Peas fan caught one of your Amazon reviews and made a Curmudgeon voodoo doll.
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Post by trashcanman on Sept 27, 2011 20:44:40 GMT 2
A-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA, no, seriously that really sucks. Seems like a poisonous bite/infection of some kind would have to be the only non-voodoo possibility.
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Post by Ben on Sept 27, 2011 23:25:29 GMT 2
If this had happened to Trashcanman I would have instantly pointed out his dig at Slayer for the condoms.
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Post by trashcanman on Sept 28, 2011 7:01:19 GMT 2
Yeah, no metalhead should disrespect Slayer. It seldom ends well.
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Post by The Curmudgeon on Sept 28, 2011 17:35:29 GMT 2
Yeah, when I'm hobbling around my house unable to even go to the fucking post box without feeling like I've ran a marathon, the idea of karma being a bitch hit me.. but pissed off fans voodoo attempts hadn't really hit me. Hmmmm.
What's worse, a pissed off B.E.P fan or a pissed off X Factor fan?
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Post by Ben on Sept 28, 2011 20:13:25 GMT 2
Are they not one in the same?
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Post by The Curmudgeon on Oct 3, 2011 15:27:27 GMT 2
Good point. We call them "morons."
Anyway, I am back up and dancing, and I am, at this precise moment, writing my 200th Amazon review.
I have learned nothing.
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