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Pain in the butt

Permalink 04/24/08 at 06:52:41 am, by Ed, 174 words   English (US)
Categories: School, Work

So I was in the scene shop a couple days ago, moving rocks. Big, boulder-y rocks. I bent to pick one up, and my back went out. I couldn't stand up again from the pain. I had to walk around bent at a 90-degree angle if at all. Mostly I had to move on all fours or lay on my back.

After a few minutes, I was able to eventually stand up and get down to ground level (one thing I didn't mention, which I suppose I probably should, is that I was in the prop area, and I was moving Styrofoam rocks).

It's gotten better since then, but it's definitely still noticeable. The fun thing was that for the rest of the day, I didn't have to do much work in the scene shop though. I think I've got an out next time I don't want to do any manual labor. 'Cuz nobody checked or anything, they just had me sit down and gave me a couple advil and left me to be. :)

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