Work, Work, Work (continued)

Well, last week I did something stupid, and hurt myself.

It wasn't intentional, I just am getting old, and moved in a way that I used to be able to, except my body decided to change it's mind, and not tell me about it.

So I've got a bit of a strained back and a partially separated lower left rib.

Now, this isn't really THAT big of a deal, but it hurts like hell at times.

Especially if I have to sneeze, or cough.

Now being in a warehouse like this, sneezing and coughing are two things that usually happen in abundance, as there's TONS and I literally mean TONS of dust in here.

So for me, not being able to sneeze or cough is pure torture.

Of course, having to sneeze or cough is just as much torture, so I'm not really sure which I prefer.

Blast this body for deciding to get old on me!

Who said that it could decide without me at least getting some kind of "veto" vote??