Though the allergies have passed along, my head still hurts. And my back hurts all the way from the nape of my neck to my asshole. Even my hands hurt. I don't know what it is, but after I pulled whatever it was I pulled in my back, there has been a sort of domino effect of pain. I'm even having random shooting pains in my arms. I think I just strained the rest of my spinal column trying to compensate for the pulled muscle, and now the entire mechanism is unraveling all at once.
So here I sit with a heating pad on my lumbar, the keyboard nestled in my lap, essentially immobilized; soon I will have to get back in bed, as the effort of holding my head up gets to be too much after a few minutes, and I've been holding it up for what seems like hours.
But to say I am "in pain" would be an exaggeration. At this point, I am merely uncomfortable. But discomfort is, in some ways, worse than actual pain... pain at least stimulates the production of endorphins, and when the pain abates there's a sort of euphoria that kicks in; but with discomfort, you just get grouchy and stay grouchy.
Well, that's all I can manage right now. I'll check in with you later... and if you have the opportunity, go see Cookie After Dark this evening at Martuni's. I won't be there (if typing is this much of an effort, you can imagine what walking in heels would do to me), but it promises to be an utterly stellar show nonetheless.