Went to the doctor today, cause I've had enough of this shit.
He walked in and asked why I was there. I told him it was for my back and he gave me this look and said I didn’t look like I had a bad back. Then he asked me to stand up.
His opinion changed real quick when he realized I couldn’t stand up straight, or bend down, or to either side.
It was so nice though to have him recognize that my pain is real and shouldn’t be happening. My “family doctor” (who I haven’t been to for years) refused to believe my pain was real because I’m young.
I got an xray, because he thought my vertebrae might be hitting each other, or something. And I got a prescription for physio. I know it won’t help, as I’ve done it before, but it’s one of the hoops you have to jump through before getting to a specialist.
I hate when people tell me they have severe back pain, but that they suck it up and continue on with their life.
Most of the time, they say it so it comes off as “suck it up, Caitlyn, and get on with your life.”
You know what? Sometimes I can’t. There are days when I can’t physically stand up straight. Some days where putting one foot in front of the other takes all my effort and will power. I’m not being a “wimp.” I’m not taking advantage so I can take time off work.
My pain is real. Just because you can work through your pain, doesn’t mean I can or should.
(ps. be prepared for several angsty text posts from me today. Nothing puts me in a worse mood than not being able to get out of bed)
“OMG! He pushed Santana, what should I do? I’m so offended! My precious gays are getting hurt! What would Mercedes do?” For a moment Rachel wondered if soon the honor might be bestowed upon her, to be one of the chosen few to hold Santana back (instead of being the victim).
what if every spider i’ve ever crushed thought it was like, living in my house with me the whole time and one day i just flew off the handle and murdered it. like it just thought we were hanging out together.
has every spider died while feeling a sense of betrayal.
I’m going to say something you probably don’t want to hear read. Some of you are so absurdly caught up in your love for the USWNT that you’re acting like complete tools. The USWNT fouls just as much as Canada. We just don’t .gif it. No, no, wait. We do. Except, we .gif it to celebrate it. I bet…
I started playing soccer last year and absolutely loved everything about it. I was planning on playing again this year and I just found out that my team is moving up a division and is now holding tryouts.
I joined last year because they were desperate for players. Bought myself new cleats, shin pads, a ball, etc etc.
Apparently they’re not so desperate this year. There’s no way I’m going to make the team, and I’m choked. This sucks so bad. I’m so into it. I went to every practice, up until I had my surgery. Most of the girls never show up for practice, but they’ve all been playing for years.
I like that some of the cheerleaders looked legitimately surprised. Like what did you think Brittany and Santana were doing in the locker room when you were hearing those moans? They weren’t practicing whale calls.