… like, never dude. I haven’t cried from pain in a while but today did me in. Something felt like it wanted to rip a muscle right out of my neck. It was downright scary. It ended up easing up after several minutes. I don’t even know how long it lasted. Thank God my husband was here. If it didn’t stop being as excruciatingly sharp and painful when it did I was going to beg to go to the ER.
When it did let up I couldn’t hold my head up. I held up my arm and the pain went down as far as my elbow. It felt like I had been lifting weights. I’m still sore as if I pulled a muscle, and there’s a headache now that won’t go away. I’m not sure if it’s from the neck … um … issue? or the weird almost-thunderstorm that passed by.
I do have to say that Sam Worthington is making my day much more bearable. Clash of the Titans is on TNT. Oh shush. I love him. He’s my boyfriend. And if Perseus really existed he would rip that pain right out of me just like he ripped off the head of Medusa. Okay, maybe he sliced it off. And I know it wasn’t like a precision cut or anything but in any case he would make things better. All that demigodliness. I
Also, maybe it’s just that I feel like giving up today but I really want some crab Rangoon. Delicious fried Chinese take-out goodness with that uber-unhealthy red sauce. And some real bacon. That’s what I want. If I’m going to be in pain anyway then why can’t I eat like shit? Give up the vegetarianism and healthy food? Which brings me to something else. After fasting I had my blood test. I mentioned that before. What I didn’t mention is that my cholesterol was STILL too high. In the upper end of normal, but away from being in the danger zone by only 1 point. My good cholesterols were too low. My blood sugar was too high too. I’m a tad frustrated.
Perseus would know what to do. Plus he would go and get me some Chinese take-out, bacon from IHoP, and he’d also anticipate my desire for Ben & Jerry’s Late Night Snack ice cream. He would buy me three containers of the B&J’s ice cream so that we could share one tonight, and then I’d still have some for later in the week. He would also think ahead and put the kids to bed for me so that I wouldn’t have to share with them. Because he’s a hero. While I’m at it, he could talk to his father Zeus and see about making this shiznit Fibro go away. Poof.
And then I would let him play on the PS2 with Manny.