Self-indulgent complaints and navel-gazing below the fold:
As of tonight I am supposed to be feeling better, but after four days of laying around as much as possible, the pain in my flank has yet to subside. Walking hurts, lifting hurts, moving hurts, and as my boyfriend figured out this weekend, laughing hurts.
No laughing allowed.
This is a dullish pain, one that isn’t so bad as long as I sit, lay or stand perfectly still. Once I get a-moving it feels like a punch in the ribs.
I went to school today and taught as best I could — a disappointing setback considering I was on the verge of a benchmark upswing in method and morale — holding back the grunts and grimaces as much as I could. Tonight I finally went to see a doctor in person who had little more to offer than stronger antibiotics.
Don’t you have anything with morphine?!
And then, once I got home and began to do more work, the pain spread. It is no longer restricted to the right of my back, but now wraps around to the front of my ribcage.
I’m pissed off. This is my short week, this is my easy week, this is a freakin’ holiday week — and all I want to do is sit around in sweatpants and
not
move
one
bit.