No Fun, but Yes Funky

Okay, this is kind of new... 

Today I am pulling muscles right and left. A good yawn and I pulled several in my back and neck. Picking up a pen, I pulled muscles in my hand. Seriously, my hand -- who does that? Standing up from a chair tore up my lower back like crazy. And a few minutes later, they are no longer pulled, for the most part. 

That's all. 

Not for the Squeamish...

You've been warned!

So, last night, there I was, minding my own business, sitting on the couch... when a grenade went off inside of me. From what I could tell, it was sitting about 2-3 inches below my ribcage on my left side. It mostly blew forward, leaving a pretty big gaping hole in front and something about the size of a fifty cent piece in back. 

Yes, I immediately looked to see if it was real. No, it wasn't real. But of course every time I looked away it became real again. I tried leaving my hand on it, but to no avail; it was real a few moments after I'd look away, even with the hand there.

Do I win the title of your strangest friend yet?

Ugh...

Descriptive, huh? But at least it's accurate. 

New Medication?

Yeah... no. Didn't help with sleep, but did make me drowsy the next day...

Oh, well.

News?

Trying a new medication this weekend. Will keep me posted.

Still No Laughing Matter...

Lots of pain, and lots of lasting pain, like multiple days of the same thing... maybe weeks. Looking forward to seeing what the doc has to say about that, since that's not supposed to be part of the deal. Is something else going on, adding to my fun? Stay tuned to find out.

Aaaarrrgghhhhhh

Pretty well sums it up. Lots of getting worse. I don't like that. Seeing the doc at the end of the month. Don't think there will be anything to do about any of it, but who knows...

Just venting this time, no humor, sorry...