My workweek begins on thursdays. It is always a suck day as the toad that is my manager is a asshole to the extreme. Today was no exception, telling me to move grills that weigh a considerable fraction of my body weight, then some that equal my 153 pounds and muchly surpass it.
Then the mf talk t me like I'm a dog because I'm slow. I think I injured myangy prstae because at lunchtime, when I sat down, it erupted into a severe pain. I thought that I had to pee badly so I went, and no, I did not. Prostatic fluid and my pee came out, feeling like a wire brush sraping the inside of my peeny.
I could barely pee. It was like water dripping fom a kinked hose, like the cheap ones we sell.
I went and asked the store manager if I could go and he let me.
I went looking for more comfortable clothes to wear but I aint paying $20 for a pair of shorts.
I have hurt badly ever since. My prostate gland feels like a stabbing pain above my testicles, and behind the scrotal area.
I am about to go to sleep. It is always worse in the morning.
Dr L, if you read this, please help me make them understand I cannot do certain things.
I am filing a formal complaint against my manager. Time's right to show my articulated and strong spine. I must stand up for myself.
Arthelius says: "It is those in complacency that are hit the hardest when change happens."
Well said, brother.
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