Okay, now THAT hurts.

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I don't know what the problem was with sleep.  Have you ever slept wrong and awoken with two very sort arms?  Oh, no, one was not enough.  On top of that, my lungs feel as messed up as my arms, somehow.  It is as if they were folded twice, top to bottom, then folded in half, and then sat on by a fatboy.  It doesn't hurt to breath, oddly.  They themselves are sore in some odd way, and the chest cavity in which they fit hurts like the arms.  It isn't even as if I slept wrong and couldn't wake.  I kept rolling, shifting my pillows, rolling, adjusting my angles.  I simply could not get comfortable but I also couldn't wake and just get up for a while.  I did the best I could with what consciousness and understanding I could bring to bear on the problem.  I lost, hard.  Nothing from my diaphragm to the last knuckle before my neck, and from right elbow to left elbow feels good.  If you have ever been hit by a baseball bat, hard, a couple of times, you know the feeling.  It's all over.  It's a rarity, thankfully.  It can happen in good or poor health, and doesn't seem associated with anything other than rolling the dice that is life.  Ouch!

On a pain scale of one to ten, you ask?  How about... exquisite?  I honestly did not remember that so much could hurt in such a small area, and so many small areas could hurt at the same time, each with it's own unique form of hurt.  If they could hook us up to machines that would read the pain as electrical impulses, I know I could win regionals, perhaps nationals, might even be heading to the Olympics of suffering.

Not much else to say today.  I'll try and shake this off, figure out some things, get the trash out, and start on dishes.  That is my goal.  Thankfully, with this sort of pain, doing or not doing something, anything, simply doesn't affect the pain.  I will hurt just as much just sitting here as I will getting to things.  Actually the pain might encourage activity, just to get my mind on something else.  So... it might end up being unhappily preferred, somehow.  Hey, take it where you can get it?  I hate just sitting.  I just haven't had a way around it lately.

Oh, well.  I hope you are having a better day.  Misery might love company, but I refuse to be miserable.  I can't do much when it comes calling, but I don't choose it so I don't wish it around.  Later.