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Maybe they'd have to hold each other when it rose, all organe and full and close. Maybe that's where our romantic notions about the moon first came from. Two people holding each other to keep their hearts from breaking, because everybody they knew was dying in the cold rocks and dust piles a quarter million miles away...
The Brothers K
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mandag, februar 23, 2004
Right now, I am sitting in front of my computer (duh) surrounded by a mess of a room, whose carpet looks surprisingly clean (b/c I intentionally vacuumed it before spewing my junk all over it). :) But I am not paying any attention whatsoever to any of that stuff. Instead, I can't get this thought out of my head:
My butt hurts.
When I went snowboarding a couple weeks ago, two things happened. Number one, I was reminded that I have a lot more patience in learning difficult skills than certain other persons. Personally, I think this is because I am fundamentally not as talented as you might think, so I've grown accustomed to having to work very hard to be at the same level as other more naturally talented people. Number two, I fell down an awful lot. One time, I thought I was going to die because I sat down - literally - at like 30 billion mph, directly on my tailbone (or coccyx for those who prefer technical terms). This caused a blinding hot pain to jolt up my entire spine, and I was unable to move without major pain for ten minutes. So just sat there on the slopes, smiling and enjoying watching other people zoom by me, near enough to run me over. When I returned to campus, I didn't think anything of the incident, since it had stopped hurting after my lunch break.
That is, until this last week, when I could no longer sit through lecture classes because my butt was hurting so much. Now some people might find this a highly amusing situation for me to be in, but I assure you that it is nothing of the sort. So, I went to Cowell to see what they had to say about it, hoping and praying that I wasn't going to need ass surgery, and of course I was royally humiliated and violated by the doctor, who proclaimed that my bottom did not seem to be broken, after probing around it quite vigorously. He advised that I continue to take 3 tablets of Ibuprofen 3x daily, and avoid sitting for long periods of time. That sounds like a doctor's note to skip class to me! Of course, what do I find myself doing except...sitting in front of the computer for long periods of time? Sigh.
So my butt hurts again. I hope it stops soon, and that I won't have to get a donut pillow.
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