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To explain my complaining about my back... I figured I'd just say it so people are let in on it. Elsewise they'll think they're out of the loop. You aren't, I just never put it out there like I am about to now. It's a weirdishly long story, so be patient with me. The spoilers are kinda gross or involve stuff that happened at the Drs, so be forwarned.

In late February my ex came to visit me, we hung out for a 4 day weekend. Monday morning I started to have a headache before he was about to leave. I figured it was from some bad wine I'd had Saturday night, but knew it was a migraine, took some excedrin migraine and called it a day. So I went to work on Tuesday and by Friday I was leaving work early to go to the Dr. because they were so intense. The next week I started having them still, even w/ the migraine meds they gave me, and felt even worse.

So, by the next week I'm back at work again but running a fever of 102, so I hit up the Dr. again. They can't tell me why my back hurts or why I can't eat or am having migraines. But they told me I had strep throat and couldn't go to work for 3 days. After my 3 days, I go back to work and am STILL feeling awful, but on request of the Dr. go back to see whats still wrong. I go to the ER because I was crying myself to sleep because it hurt so bad and they tell me it's the flu.

And once again I'm banned from work for 3 days.

I go back once again, still all the same pain, tired as shit, hands shaking from the meds and in general just a cranky zombie. So I put in for a weeks vacation so that I have a reason to be gone for a while so corporate won't have a bitch fit for all of these days missing. Go back again, even worse, can barely drive, everything hurts, I start crying at work because I was just overwhelmed in a matter of a few weeks. I pretty much went from waking up at 7am to go to work, going to the gym, hanging out with friends and hitting he sack around 12-1am, extremely social and productive, to waking up, going to work just to come home to drink some Tylenol PM and passing out in my food before 7pm. Falling asleep in my food was pretty sad because I knew I was doing it because I'd wake up to my puppy scrapping the fork around on the plate.

So, I ended up leaving my job the first week of April. From that point on I had TONS of tests done on me. Everything from blood tests to an MRI, and I do mean everything, if it existed, they tested me for it.

August they finally found that I have Degenerative disk disease. Turns out that DDD makes you feel like crap, when mine gets bad and it's time for me to get a steriod injection I have all the symptoms of Fibromyalgia - which is what we thought I had initially when they couldn't find anything for a month.

So ummmm, now I work at a store, can't pick stuff up like at the bank, and have a bit less social of a life. But hey it could be worse. Plus my physical therapists say I have almost perfect posture and a quatriple jointed back - whatever that means. I guess it was all those years of going to the gym, doing pilates, and wearing highheals correctly (not hunching while I walked).