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cimoreneI spent half of yesterday and most of today making Poirot icons. The thing about making icons is that my compulsivity takes over and I fall into the Icon Vortex. I forget what I'm doing, don't register conversations, don't eat, and usually don't remember to go to the bathroom or blink. Or to sit in a position that makes sense.
So this morning I casually turned my head while leaning forward out of my chair and something in my upper back between the shoulderblade and the spine went SPROING!
SPROING! is not a thing that you want parts of your back to do, okay? So now it hurts if I move my head, if I move my back, if I move my shoulder, and even if I do nothing, despite a backrub in the sauna and some ibuprofen earlier. I'm just going to have to be miserable and do lots of stretches that make me say "Ow ow ow" a lot for the next few days. Earlier I asked my sister to shoot me in the shoulder. It's just wrong when pain medication can't do anything.
And of course I spent most of the day making more icons anyway, trying to use the mouse with my left hand or contorting my body so as not to jar the tender shoulder. But all the icon-making is over now, I promise, even if the agony's not. I'm really not sure if it's worth it.
So this morning I casually turned my head while leaning forward out of my chair and something in my upper back between the shoulderblade and the spine went SPROING!
SPROING! is not a thing that you want parts of your back to do, okay? So now it hurts if I move my head, if I move my back, if I move my shoulder, and even if I do nothing, despite a backrub in the sauna and some ibuprofen earlier. I'm just going to have to be miserable and do lots of stretches that make me say "Ow ow ow" a lot for the next few days. Earlier I asked my sister to shoot me in the shoulder. It's just wrong when pain medication can't do anything.
And of course I spent most of the day making more icons anyway, trying to use the mouse with my left hand or contorting my body so as not to jar the tender shoulder. But all the icon-making is over now, I promise, even if the agony's not. I'm really not sure if it's worth it.
