![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Ass Cancer.
Oct. 23rd, 2001 10:29 pmWell, Pugs is doing his homework, Che is on his way to work, and Dee is watching a pathetic amount of MTV, and so I decided to write.
I probably should be writing in the real journal, but I don't feel like I have the stamina.
And the topic of today's post is... ass cancer.
I don't really have ass cancer, but that's what I've been calling the hard, swollen lump, almost the size of a golfball, at the end of my tailbone. It hurts... it hurts a lot. And how did I come to acquire this ass injury? I sat down in a particularly evil chair at what seems to have been just the wrong angle.
This chair has been in my family for one generation. It's a blue cloth recliner that was new when we lived in Alaska, and it traveled overseas with us, sat in the big house in Bellingham, and eventually wound up here, in my brother's apartment. It's a good chair, but the seat has worn down far enough that the bar in the bottom of the chair back is now exposed when one sits in the chair.
And it is that bar, my friends, that caused my "ass cancer". I hate that chair. I sat down, felt that wooden bar, and then my tailbone tingled and ached for, oh, a few hours.
And since then, for days, it has simply hurt.
Ow, my ass.
I probably should be writing in the real journal, but I don't feel like I have the stamina.
And the topic of today's post is... ass cancer.
I don't really have ass cancer, but that's what I've been calling the hard, swollen lump, almost the size of a golfball, at the end of my tailbone. It hurts... it hurts a lot. And how did I come to acquire this ass injury? I sat down in a particularly evil chair at what seems to have been just the wrong angle.
This chair has been in my family for one generation. It's a blue cloth recliner that was new when we lived in Alaska, and it traveled overseas with us, sat in the big house in Bellingham, and eventually wound up here, in my brother's apartment. It's a good chair, but the seat has worn down far enough that the bar in the bottom of the chair back is now exposed when one sits in the chair.
And it is that bar, my friends, that caused my "ass cancer". I hate that chair. I sat down, felt that wooden bar, and then my tailbone tingled and ached for, oh, a few hours.
And since then, for days, it has simply hurt.
Ow, my ass.
