My bloody shoulder is killing me. I moved awkwardly at work today and felt a weird ‘pop’ in the back of the socket but it didn’t hurt. I couldn’t be arsed to put it in the Accident Book because it didn’t seem worth reporting, but the trouble is that it stiffened up during the afternoon and now it feels as if someone has left a hot carving knife in my scapula. I might try and complain about it when I go in tomorrow but I can guess what the response would be: “You had all your health and safety training and we have all the paperwork to prove it, so if you’re hurt it’s your own fault. Go feck yourself.”
Bloody big businesses with their We-Don’t-Give-A-Shit-Just-Make-Us-Money attitude towards staff. I could be crippled for life now and never work again but what do they care?
Philippa has suggested I use a hot water bottle and an ice pack in rotation to get the blood flowing around the area and calm the inflammation. She also said I should stop moaning because if I’d written it in the Accident Book like I’m supposed to I would have been entitled to a day off.
Thanks for your support, honey.
RC 18-2-13
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