I started work on the house and got the dish up and ran the ground and pushed the lines into thew house. I used my glow sticks to push them into the attic and had to crawl over rafters to get there. Three points of contact when crawling on rafters they teach you. I had two feet on the rafter and when I moved my other hand my thumb was so lovingly kissed by a nail right before it penetrated me and literally fucked me. Anyway knee-jerk reaction was to pull my hand away and sure enough lose grip and fitting. I fell right through the ceiling and landed below in the kitchen.

I ruptured the L3 in my back and have been on lortab 10′s ever since. I took them for close to two years every day. Just recently I realized that it was these pills that were doing more damage to myself than anything else. I decided to stop taking them again. I say again because it seemed like every time I stopped previously I would get about a week and the pain would just be to much to bear. They keep pressuring me for surgery, but the surgeon says I’m not a candidate. Believe it or not, the doctor who is pushing the operation in the surgeons partner who doesn’t want me to have surgery. I mean what the hell is that about?

Well this time I’m committed to no longer do those damn freaking pills. I’ve stopped and even though for the first week I was hurting pretty bad, including bad withdrawals. The second week I noticed the withdrawals were gone, but there was some slight pain in my back. The next week (this week) my back is feeling pretty damn good. I am doing lots of Yoga stretching and I realize that those pills, the very same ones supposed to help me, were making the pain worse. Sure they would mask it while I was on it, but take them out of the mix and I felt terrible.