05 April 2006

Pain I hate it

Pain I hate it.

Pain is so not cool. I have been sweating with it at about a 10 all over since about 930 pm AST. I’m sure my [pain threshold is gone and along with it my sanity. I feel as if someone dumped icy hot on me, made me sweaty, sticky and stuck sledgehammers on my joints at persistent rhythm. My poor husband has had to listen to me literally moan for an hour in which it had become quite unbearable. I sit here typing in grotesque amounts of pain because “at least” I said to myself “if I’m in this much pain mine as well be constructive.” So here I am.

I’m reading a fascinating yarn right now called The Naming by one Alison Croggon. She is a very detailed and spirited and writes in the lean of J.R.R.Tolkiein with a hint more of historical fact and more whimsial action. I picked it up because I have exhausted my stash of re-readables and my preferred authors are in between works. I prefer fantasy pieces on any stage. Although I will devour thee odd Sci-Fi, Biography, Romance or Mystery if it can keep my constantly running imaginative mind engaged.

Okay I’m getting to a nasty dizzy/on fire feeling spell again and must desist. But at least I could verbalize my anguish without waking the base or my family.

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