I woke up feeling… Not good, but not awful. I ended up wrapping my neck again for a little while, and then felt better. Not recovered, but better.
After puttering around and dosing myself with the appropriate medicines/teas/herbs/vitamins, I decided that I needed to clean SCOUR the apartment, wash everything, and buy some food, for I had none, aside from half a pot of soup that I’d made two days ago and couldn’t eat a 3-pound jar of applesauce that I could eat, but my throat had decided that I shouldn’t eat anymore (that’s the best explanation I can give) and some Jello. So I did. It took all damn day, and by the end of it, all I could do was decide that I would get back into the saddle tomorrow, and as I was well enough to do all that (even though it needed to be done regardless) I could act like everything was fine while I finished out the last leg of the healing process.
Pretty much recovered, except for a few minor problems:
*It’s really painful to swallow, at random times.
*The above has prevented me from eating anything tougher than Jello without serious discomfort.
*And of course, the grunting and fist-pounding…Nevertherless, I’m going to quit being such a baby and return to my regularly scheduled activities. Hopefully I’ll be able to sleep more than 4 hours in a row.
And that’s how I spent my Memorial Day weekend 2012.
