I May Be a Bitch, But I'm a Wuss Too

I don’t do pain.

Oh don't get me wrong. I love to be spanked. I like a little pleasure with my pain. But I am a Dom. I am the one holding the whip and the nipple clamps and the cock ring.

Sometimes I like a lot of pain with my pleasure but those moments are rare. Precious. Sacred...and I can count them on one hand.

But when it comes to physical pain? I am a big ass wuss! I grunt, moan and groan (and not in a good way). I hiss. Sometimes my eyes fill with liquid (not tears, liquid).

So why am I telling you this? Because today while I was talking to my new friend Sidney I went to stand up from my chair, to grab a soda from the fridge, and a sharp pain in my lower back had me gasping and falling to the floor. I couldn't stand, sitting upright hurt all I could do was crawl.

I crawled to my phone to tell my Marmie and younger sis (who graduated with a degree as a Hospital Administrator) and friend Keesha. I was told to soak in a hot bath and to take a muscle relaxer.

I crawled to the bathroom and then filled up the tub. I crawled into the tub (lovely visual huh? How many of you wanted the image of my naked body crawling on the bathroom floor in your heads? Anyone? No one? *Crickets* Yep, just what I thought).

I moaned the whole way.

You know I was lucky that I was discharged from the Army 86 days before I deployed because with my luck I would have been shot, fallen to ground and cried like a baby.

Because I cried the day I got hurt.

So today is DEFINITELY a Veronica day. NOT a Vic day.

I am still soaking in the tub, still in pain....

And yes, still moaning.

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