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I have been sore every single morning for two weeks or more now. Aspirin and Tylenol are not getting it, not even heavy doses. I have tried one pillow and two. I have gone to bed both early and late, rising both a little early and late. None of it matters. Every morning I wake feeling like I was in an accident recently. The pain never leaves. It does lessen, through the day, but it is there all day long. My neck is cranky and getting fixed in position. I have no idea what this is. The boosters? All my other symptoms are gone, could this be a holdover? Ouch.

I finally called and made an appointment with my primary care. We will see then if any of this means anything. Probably not. If you ever saw that poster asking if it was always illegal to kill a woman, she IS that woman. Do not get me wrong. I think in certain instances, she is exactly what is needed. My guess she has sown the guts of dying men together, holding parts that most "clinical" surgeons simply would not believe could be out while the patient still lives. She has done and seen things most doctors and surgeons will never understand. Just a guess, something about her eyes, her stance. She is a ghost too. I respect some things about her. I just do not agree with her, and think on this one she is playing it overly safe. I think she had a bad one like this. She forgets that two men in similar situations are not the same men. A man with few moral connections and no powerful links to or belief in life is not like me. Is there such a thing as too much, no matter what? Yeah. But this is not it. My failsafe is to stop taking meds, even for a few days, to catch my breath if needed. Longer if it just is not working. And I will cut the orders if that is required. Not quite self medication, as I will discuss what and why with the doctor and let them have input (including ending a script). I am, mostly, honest with them. I quit once in a while just to clear the baffles anyway. No, doctors do not like that at all. Anyway, it is set up.

Sam is going out frequently now. Sassy will not even go out without being in my arms, then on my lap. Poor thing is terrified. I will have to slowly allow her more time out there. And be with her. On my lap if need be. I know she is a natural born mouser, not like some cats I have had. When she tastes that first mouse, she will do just fine outdoors. Sam can no longer "beat her up". Sassy, if not truly larger, is certainly fatter. Sam can still dominate, when she really wants to, but she has found that "hollering" and waving the paw works a ton better than trying to rush in and take 'teh kitteh' down. That does not fair so well for her. Too, way too, funny. No, I do not play favorites unless one has made it to my short list on a temp basis. Even then I only cheer for one or the other, verbally, and castigate the other, that and chuckle. No eyes have gone missing, so I am all good with their hen house posturing.

I need to get cleaned up, get the house in order (it is frozen in time to the point in which I cleaned it in the last shove), get outdoors, and do something. Like I said, just staying up and keeping a day schedule has been an absolute bear. I am doing that but nothing more. Things are slipping around me, I see it. But like the juggler with his hands more than full, another ball in the air does not seem wise. Who put the ice under me and wetted it too, I would like to know. And do not even look at me with mirth in your eye and another ball in your hand. Might take me a week or three to get to you, but it will hurt when I do. Just... sayin'.

Anyway, have a good day.