Last night I went to bed thinking "tomorrow will be great!  I'll go to the library first thing, maybe stop by Voodoo Doughnuts and then I'll come home and get to work!"  I planned to enjoy what promised to be gray skies and "some" showers.

Then I woke up at 3:30 this morning because my shoulder and back were hurting (like hurting enough to get me out of bed and taking some advil) and then I stayed awake until 5:30 or so because as it turns out, my particular muscle strain/sprain/pull makes it impossible to breathe deeply while lying down.  Breathing? Yes.  That deep satisfying filling of the lungs? Not without pain. So of course I spent two hours trying (in vain) to fight off these gigantic yawns which wouldn't stop.  Seriously, like every minute I'd have this intense need to just…yawn.  And I'd open my mouth and breathe with my gut (thank you six years of Choir and body memory) only to start gagging because that wasn't what my body wanted. At all.  Finally I grabbed another pillow and just propped myself up so that I could yawn all I needed to without feeling like somebody was shredding my muscles with a cheese grater.  And yawn I did.  One big ass yawn right after another until eventually I fell asleep like that, which sounds incredibly uncomfortable but it wasn't.  I learned to sleep sitting up over a decade ago (damn. oldness) as a way to get some sleep during my many bouts of unmedicated bronchitis.

I sound so incredibly healthy right now.  I should put out an inspriational video!

So yeah, in total I got about five and a half hours of sleep and it's already raining and thundering.

I have decided to change my plans to the following: I'm going to down some advil and then prop myself up in bed with a heating pad, my laptop and some sort of television show on DVD.  After lunch I think I will take a hot bath.  Then, if I am feeling better, I'll go to the library.  If not, I'll see how I feel tomorrow.

Honestly, I'm really mad at my muscles right now.  I realize that the only difference in my plans if my muscles weren't hurting would be working in the living room instead of in my bed but seriously? I feel like an invalid. And when I'm not moving I feel like I'm making a big deal over something tiny.  But then I try to move around and oh yeah, hey! that hurts like a son of a something! Arg.  Oh and certain montly mood swings are starting right on schedule.  Double Arg.

Am moody.  Please send muscle relaxers.

August 18th, 2008 Posted in Uncategorized | Comments (4)