Still Miserable

While I wait for my high dose of ibuprofen to let me sleep tonight, I'll update you on Easter and my shoulder.

My shoulder got better over the weekend, probably in due part to the fact that I was under a lot less stress than usual. Easter was fine; I have to exchange my gift because I already have one of them, but I'll just get the second instead of the fourth one and everything will be fine.

And then I got back here...and the darn thing got worse. I can't lie on the shoulder or lie off the shoulder without it complaining, bitching, whining...you name it, it's doing it.

I'm typing this with my hair standing on end and no glasses on (can barely see this stupid screen) and am wishing I could lie down without having to move every fifteen seconds.

I'm frustrated, I'm tired, and I don't see my rheumatologist for a month. Hallelujah, I'm in hell.

Sorry about the whining. I tend to do that when body parts start trying to send signals I don't particularly want to hear. I could drown this with heavier stuff-I still have Vicodin and Oxycontin from arm surgery-but unless I want to be woozy and nauseous all DAY tomorrow I think I should hold off. Besides, I took four ibuprofen. They'd better work soon.

I'm going to go lay down again. Hopefully I'll be able to stay there.

Ta,
Bec