It must be that time of year, as I have fallen on my arse again. At least I have a bit of cushioning. I was in a great mood, the last few weeks have been very exciting, and I was thinking of blueberry muffins walking down the stairs from the carpark at work to the office, and suddenly my feet were up above my head and I was slamming my butt on on 8 consecutive steps before i came to a sudden stop in a crumbled heap on a landing.
I was screaming for about a minute before i realised no one was around to care. So I called my boss. Cameron came out and help me get down the rest of the stairs without injury. Then Melissa made me get a doctor’s appointment. So I just sat/kneeled/stood around until a bit after lunch.
The amount of forms needed for workcover is ridiculous. I understand the need. Like if there were complications from falling on my arse and I had to have a third hand grafted onto my back. Workcover would be able to pay for me to be able to scratch my arse and type at the same type as it would be required to make me able to work to my full potential.
I have more xrays of my bum now. It’s a very nice bum. And as an added plus I can see that i’m not pregnant. There is a void above my bum. A Black hole. If I fall down the stairs any more I’ll have nuked my baby maker beyond functionality and i’ll never have a mini me.
Two of my friends are actually pregnant. And they have been throwing up without respite for months now. That does not paint pregnancy in a pretty picture.
But for now I rest my bum as I have been forced to stay away from work by my stoopid doctor saying i was unfit for work… you don’t need to sit to code. I can code standing on my head! But letting me anywhere near the office would make work liable for bad stuff.
So… I’ll just remote desktop in.
