Pain.

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The chest hurts.  Arm joints, at the shoulders.  Torso, as if run over?  Sort of, a more mild incident.  Tired, legs even hurt a bit.  Muscles are tired, everywhere.  None of that makes any real sense.  I shouldn't hurt like this.  All I did was drive.  White-fisted, a bit... trying to push it as fast as possible to get up there.  There is that.  Pushing to get to bed, and wake up early.  Well, and the suffering from of late.

I am probably lucky to have pushed through, up, and back.  No, it... was more than luck.  It was using resources ripe off the bone.  And it hurts.

The eye clinic called me back right today?  Set up a new appointment, just a month off?  Okay.  This time I went for afternoon.  I am trying to switch to a morning wakeup.  But, still, afternoon, by then, will most likely be easier.  I have another appointment next month, with g.p.  Earlier in the month?  I... can't remember.  Haven't seen a card.  Will call around the first, if I haven't heard or read something more solid.

I called my friend.  He thinks he will be by, to help get the bike unloaded.  As well, I'd like to see about the helmets.  I've tried the new one.  I like it.  It isn't as strong as the other, being modular.  The chin can be brought up, for more air.  Which, really, I need.  Certainly initially.  A bit claustrophobic in there.  Too loose?  I don't know.  Helmets, I would guess, are... tricky.  I also have a snap add on, for easier removal.  Not sure which one I want to put it on though.  Probably the modular... unless it is too large.  Ugh.

Anyway, he'll be by... when... he gets here.  To be honest, I don't even know how to start her up.  I could figure it out?  Oh, wait.  I remember the vid.  Flick a switch, add the key, turn it, then hit another switch while twisting the throttle?  Something like that.  But, I don't want to attempt to move it without help.  She's still tied in.

I've been thinking of giving her a name.  Why her?  She's... more passive.  A worker, but not a trooper?  Something like that.  Besides, to me, females are more approachable.  Hmm... she would hate me for naming my bike after her.  And she certainly isn't like this bike... but... just... maybe.  Just maybe.  Even mom knows who.  Though... which name?  *grins*  I... could make her very angry.  :)

Anyway... I'm eventually going to crash.  I... asked if he'd bring meat pie.  Pizza.  It's... been a while.  Probably won't, but I ask anyway.  Chow, ciao, etc.  My ribs feel like they have been staved in?  Crazy.  Whatevs.  Again, later.