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akainagiAfter a trip to Berlin's picturesque emergency department, I have a strained trapezius, a prescription for flereril and the night off.
Damn, but my neck f***ing hurts. And I feel bad about calling in, but I don't think they want me dispensing medications to someone's grandma while hopped up on muscle relaxants. I suppose it's an accomplishment making it through last night and not leaving early.
And I think I've heard the words "Is this workman's comp?" about fifteen times this morning.
Touchy, touchy.
Damn, but my neck f***ing hurts. And I feel bad about calling in, but I don't think they want me dispensing medications to someone's grandma while hopped up on muscle relaxants. I suppose it's an accomplishment making it through last night and not leaving early.
And I think I've heard the words "Is this workman's comp?" about fifteen times this morning.
Touchy, touchy.
