I'm pretty sure I pinched a nerve yesterday while helping Rob shove the Harley off the truck. It is either that, an unsavory sleeping position last night, or my body exacting revenge on me for something I didn't realize I did. Either way, the bulk of today was spent in excruciating pain from some truly enraged little muscle group in my neck and shoulder.
If you know anything about me, you know that I'm
that person [yes, I know.... ] who refuses even a tylenol unless I'm legitimately inches from insanity. Other than those few big-ticket medical instances [i.e., childbirth & collarbone surgery], I'm not a big medicine person. Call me crazy, but I just don't.
Until today.
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| yeah.. it happened. |
^ I know.. I'm ashamed. I have in fact become weak to myself, but .. in my defense, I spent nearly four hours in a nauseated crouch, parked on the ledge of my bathtub either willing back or ceding to fits of dizzied vomiting spells. It's a very strange sensation to be vomiting but feel no pain in your stomach. I'm pretty sure the pulsing stabs in my neck and head were enough to compensate, but still. Weird experience that I'd like to not repeat anytime soon.
That was my Sunday.
I
really hope tomorrow gives me something different. Let me just end this here, as I sip back on the soup that Rob made me. He deserves a load of credit today for dealing with me and catering to my self-pitying state of blah that I've been all day. He's awesome like that.
G'Nite..
xo |
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