tales of circus and sciatica

so.... i went and took Stevo to the circus last thursday night... it was AWESOME.. (as expected)..
people flying about in the air.. human springboards... little asian boys with flying bowls... what more could i ask for??
wellll.. it was all good except for the crazy lud mofos sitting next to me. I swear i was on the verge of gafa taping the moles mouth shut. She could not stop herself from carrying on.. laughing and carrying on EVERY. SINGLE. MINUTE. her claps wernt normal.. they sounded like thunder claps echoing in my ear drum.. her partner was just as bad.. stamping his feet instead of clapping..

saturday morning... i woke up with shooting pain running down my lower back.. and continuing down my leg.. bringing me to tears... i was in a state of absolute distress.. crying out for my mum.. and leaning on macho stevo to carry me about...

so... as my regular gp was fully booked... i had to go to some random one in rosstrata... OMFG..
i walked into the clinic and it was a sesspool of miserable sick ppl.. there was some dude that looked like he just had his face punched in .. blood was still dripping from a cut eye... there was some girl in pyjamas hacking her lungs out... a grumpy old man and a quiet looking girl (i suspected she had woman problems)... and of course me... the limping whimpering foool. =(
This was the weirdest surgery i had ever been to.. i had to avoid having eye contact with that bloodied mess...whilst listening to the opera music in the background.. and trying to not eavesdrop on the conversation of the old gossipy secretary... WHILST trying to hold myself together....

welll... finally.. it was my time to see the doc... and what does he do.. tells me to bend and stretch.. bends and stretches me more... to the point where im brought to tears.. he asks a few questions and then hurriedly hands me a prescription and tries to rush me out the door... i was like... EXCUUUUUSE me doc.. do u mind EXPLAINING wtf is wrong with me before u try drugging me up?? sheeet,.. lucky my mum came with me.. prodding the doctor with questions... it was almost like begging the dude to try explain what was going on....

blehh.. he gave me some medication which didnt do crappy all.. so by night time i decided that a trip to the hopsital was necessary...

all i can say... no wonder theres a shortage of hospital beds... theres so many fkt up ppl in perth. Half of the people that were at the hospital at the time were either there because they were crack or drunk. Its such a shame that staff and resources are stretched for people like this..

Well... all i can say... after spending two hrs in the hospital... it proved fruitless.. yet informative.. the dr told me that i was experiencing symptoms of sciatica... my lower back was shooting up in pain.. and in turn.. this pain ran down the back of my right leg.. most likely due to a protusion/some kind of inflammation of the vertebral disc.. which is putting pressure on my sciatic nerve... i was send home to rest.. all i wanted was norphine to take the pain away... was that too much to ask...

DAmn... its now tuesday.. and the pain doesnt seem to get any better.. Im lying down every 5 minutes whilst typing this blog.. i cant even sit for prolonged periods without feeling shooting pain.. but ive managed to drive around to get my CT scan.. ive managed to walk around the shops to get snacks.. IM A FIGHTER.. aint no sciatica gonna get the better of me..
now pass me em pain killers.... =S