Last night I went swing dancing, and after four or five dances my back started to ache, and guess what! My rib is popped out again! Oh, the joy. I think the best part of the night was leaving the hall in tears, then getting Jasper to go back in a get my stuff so I wouldn't have to.
It's not even like my back hurts that much. Yeah, it's uncomfortable and achey and if I stand or sit for too long it starts to feel really sore. But it doesn't hurt enough to make me cry. I was just so angry and frustrated and disapointed that I couldn't dance. I'd been looking forward to dancing for weeks, and then I get there and re-injure myself. I don't want to go through another month of appointments and rehab and stuff. I thought I was better.
Not only that, but because I can't sit up for too long I won't be able to get any sewing done. Bah. And the chiro isn't open on Sundays, so I'll probably have to take Monday morning off to go see him. I don't know if worker's comp. will cover the missed time, because I didn't actually hurt myself at work this time 'round, it's just a repeat of the injury I got last month. But at the moment I don't really care if I miss a day because my back is sore and I didn't get to dance and I'm fucking cranky.
At least no one noticed the massive bruises on my arms.