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Saturday, May 17, 2003
The next day Stiffness? Soreness? Yeah, I've got that. Woke up around 9:30 feeling like...well, like I got hit by a car. Really sore, all my joints stiff and cracking. I felt like everything was just slightly out-of-place, like none of my bones quite wanted to fit together. Took some painkillers and went back to sleep. J. woke me up again at 1:30, brought me coffee and breakfast; I took more painkillers, and the usual morning meds. (Better late than never.) Pretty much just lay around in bed for the rest of the afternoon, and spent the evening in front of the TV. Didn't get dressed, didn't shower, didn't do laundry; yes, I was a tremendously lazy slug, but I did feel like I deserved to take it easy. Oddly, I have hardly any bruises; just a green smudge on my left shoulder, the place that hurts most. The hip that hit the fender is sore but not bruised at all. The other place that hurts most is my right foot, which I pivoted on and twisted almost backwards when I fell. Other than that, nothing specific; just sore all over. (The phrase that just came to mind is that my joints are disgruntled. As good a way of putting it as any, I guess.) [ at 11:18 PM • by Abby • permalink • ] |
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