And you wanna know why my ass was sore when I got off the plane? (You probably don't, in which case you should skip this post.) I have a freakin' hemorrhoid. I ain't proud saying it. I'm kinda horrified. I always thought they happened to older men and pregnant women, which, for the record, I am neither. But apparently five hours crashed out on the plane without moving is enough.
Goddammit.
This is not the bright and shiny way I wanted to kick off training.
I don't even know how to begin dealing with this fucker. Chris is one of those golden people that you can explain exactly why you have to go to the drugstore, without fear of reaction. These are also the times when having a nurse for a mother makes you feel less whiny about calling your mommy and asking what to do. She said not to worry, that it would go away in a few days. Just try not to put pressure on it and try to keep moving. Of course, what did we do in orientation but sit on backjacks on the floor for 3 hours.
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