My shoulders and neck are pretty much killing me. I would take the pain of another broken arm over the pain I’ve been in; it just builds and builds and never gets better. And last night, by the time I got home, I was ready to puke.
My mum thinks I’m being a wimp. Every time I start thinking she’s right, that I just need to suck it up and push on because this is nothing, I have to remember I’ve taken canings and whippings before---and enjoyed them---and that I am not a wimp.
My best work friend keeps telling me I need to get dry needling done, and I love her and am grateful to have a friend here, but she needs to stop talking about dry needling because it’s not happening in my body. (We all have our limits.)
My lead is all “awwww” about it. I want to punch her. Awww’s and fake hugs aren’t going to help.
I shouldn’t have come in this morning. But. Deadlines.
