December 27th, 2005
|01:10 pm - My body is in pretty active revolt.|
It's getting stiffer and stiffer and my entire right side is not taking this well. I can't really turn my head, I can't really move without showing an obvious stiffness, and my arm isn't getting any better. Tina commented this morning that it was pretty obvious I wasn't feeling well. I've popped more pain-relieving pills in the past two days than I may have in my life.
I've been having some bad dreams, too, involving friends. I need to make some rounds and check in, it seems.
Despite it all, I'm still smilin' and singin'. Honestly, there's not much that can beat me down right now. Life is freakin' grand, nothing's going wrong, and I'm happy. What more can one ask for? Well, I guess I could ask for a body that works right, but hell, I've absolute faith in my ability to heal, and I expect that this will all pass within a week and I'll be bouncing off the walls again.
I've added two trips that aren't festival-related to next year. One is out to the family farm in June/July to do some heavy labour for a week. I'll probably be through Kansas City for that, I imagine. The other is, possibly, more personal than the trip out to Kansas. I'm still debating on how much to talk about that one.
I'm suddenly, strangely, thinking about Valentine's Day. . .
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "The Great Filling Station Holdup", -JB
Get to a doctor immediately.
|Date:||December 27th, 2005 06:22 pm (UTC)|| |
Nah. I got things to do. But thanks :)
Then if this turns into, or already is, something really serious, it's your own damn fault.
I'd be ashamed of myself if I thought that it might have been someone else's.
Some people claim there's a woman to blame and all that, you know.
Hey, don't go bringing She What Caused It All into this.
If you're still feeling badly tomorrow, I recommend a trip down to the student health center or wherever. But, then I would.
Bad dreams - really not fun. I had a weird dream last night that was similar to one the night before - and each involved a different guy ;-)
They happen. I don't put much stock in them, personally, but find them interesting.
I just figure it can't hurt to make some rounds.
Never hurts to make some rounds. In fact, sometimes they help the round-maker more than the visited.
Or some such whatever. Stuff sometimes sounds better in my head.
Gotta get someone to rub that on, huh?
It would be more fun that way.
Get thee to the Chiropractor...or at least some hot chick that knows how to massage...
It's a shame, but I dislike massages terribly and generally believe the chiropractic profession to be. . . less than honourable.
Chiropractors were the only ones who ever helped me with my back. Everyone else just wanted to throw drugs at the pain.
Bummer about the massage, it can really help for stiff joints, especially if accompanied by a hot bath.
|Date:||December 28th, 2005 05:01 pm (UTC)|| |
Yep, really. I've a post prepared (probably for later today) that describes how I generally look at such things. The aren't all quacks, for sure, but the general profession seems cracked to me.
Massages, in general, simply hurt more and make me uncomfortable. It's rare that anyone can even put hands on my neck or shoulders and I won't cringe.
|Date:||December 27th, 2005 07:23 pm (UTC)|| |
Just out of curiosity...
How bad would it have to get for you to decide you oughta see a doctor?
|Date:||December 28th, 2005 12:58 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: Just out of curiosity...
Bad enough that my body said, "Time to see a doctor."
I trust my body in the utmost. It will tell me if something is wrong and out of place.
So far, no such signs.
|Date:||December 27th, 2005 07:25 pm (UTC)|| |
Yes, I have a gutter mind...
but can you really blame me with lead-ons like: "It's getting stiffer and stiffer"?
|Date:||December 28th, 2005 12:59 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: Yes, I have a gutter mind...
I knew someone would read it that way. You're just honest enough to admit it :)
|Date:||December 28th, 2005 02:00 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: Yes, I have a gutter mind...
*laugh* Of course I'm honest enough to admit it. Honesty is one of the few virtues I *do* possess. Besides, it was sexual. I can never let something sexual go unsaid. :)
Sounds to me like a very, very pinched nerve. Get thee to a chiurgeon and get thee physicked, my good man.
Nah. Just sore muscles, really. I'm not sure I believe in pinched nerves. . . Then again, I wouldn't know what one feels like. . . But I do know a sore muscle when I feel it.
Margaritas aren't helping? You didn't forget the hot bath part of the cure-all did you? It's a delicate combo. One must have the quantities of tequila & hot bath just right (and by "quantities" I mean "A whole bunch of 'em).
And arnica cream, cause you know I have to throw in the weird hippy-root-goo part too. Arnica always helps me when I bump, bruise and otherwise attempt to break a/o dent myself...
See, weird hippy roots don't have any positive effect on me. I don't have the benefit of believing in them. More's the pity :)
fine, be that way. You'll just have to up the tequila intake...poor you.
You'll be fine I'm sure.
Just don't be a DUMBASS like my brother and go boulder with that injured and stiff body, because then you also might collapse when landing lightly on a pad after finishing a problem. Such a small impact, but it was just enough... just enough to nearly earn him a punch to the face for not listening to Anna.
So YOU listen to Anna and just keep on truckin', but DON'T under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES rock climb for a few days. :P
I make a living at being a dumbass. This has been proven :)
I'm actually back to being able to exercise some. It's kinda nice.