Silver Linings

So.  Lesson learned this week - one of the upsides of having short hair is that it makes throwing up 75% less dangerous.

I've been dealing with a neck/shoulder injury for the past month and a half.   My right shoulder will always be more prone to injury, after my multi-year war with misdiagnosis, surgery, and car accident, and a particularly odd maneuver at silks class left me unintentionally hanging by said shoulder, rather abruptly and jarringly.  And, since then, I've been doing an awkward and frustrating dance of waiting not-quite-long-enough, getting mostly better, and then winding back up right where I started.

And this week I finally wised up and accepted that I need to actually take the time and effort to let myself heal.  I formally dropped out of silks class (I've missed most of this semester anyway), made my nearest and dearest promise not to let me take on any heavy lifting, requested a referral to PT, and started taking the heavy-duty pain meds, since NSAIDs haven't touched my pain for years now.

And dear gods, I'd forgotten how much my body hates opiates.  Oh, they make the pain go away, at least sort of.  I think.  Or at least they make me not able to recognize clearly whether I'm in pain or not.  But I'm also fighting a blinding headache, too disoriented to focus on anything more complex than reality tv, and currently unable to hold down anything more complex than weak tea.

I'm so not sure this is worth it......