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» Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Well, Ducky...
...I guess I strained my back last night bringing the Period Livings downstairs (they're printed on very heavy paper and there were three years' worth and they weigh a ton). When I got up from sitting this morning my back gave a very definite twinge and now it feels like someone is poking ping-pong balls into the left side of my lower back. I have taken three ibuprofin and am trying to sit up straight, which is hard in this wretchedly uncomfortable chair.

::RANT::I still kick myself about my chair. I used to have a comfortable typist's chair—no arms. Then we got the news that everyone was getting new "ergonomic" chairs—I guess anyone can slap an "ergonomic" label on a chair if this one is any example—and to come downstairs and pick either the red chair or the grey chair. Both had arms, which I didn't like; chairs with arms aren't for people who type for a living. Don't remember which one I picked, just remember that I didn't get the one I picked, because they were out of them or quit making them, or some nonsense. I got the replacement. I should have hung onto that typist's chair with both hands. Not only do the arms interfere with me being comfortable when I type, but the back of the chair is not secured—it just notches up and down with no screw or lever to lock it and when you sit back against it too hard the back slides back down to the first position—and the arched part that is supposed to fit into the small of your back to support you is about two inches too low.::END RANT::

I just hope it doesn't get any worse...