I don't know WHAT the HECK I was dreaming about (freaking BENEDRYL it's DRUGS), but at about 3 a.m. I awoke with a start and somehow wrenched or twisted my back all the HELL outta whack. Din't help that I was laying on the kinda bar-type thingie in the middle of my fold-out couch (usually I sleep on my side, on one side or the other, where the softness is).
Seriously weird.
Seriously pain.
Hard to move, and breath, and tender to the touch, and no one make me laugh, please.
It's in the back on the left side, like, the ribs in the back, and I made it worse cuz I couldn't get back to sleep so I got up and sat on the floor (and I have absolutely horrid posture when I sit on the floor and paint) and painted...yeah, I'm real sleepy, pardon the rambling?
Where was I?
Oh, yes. Pain. And a new painting. And I'm not saying who it is, you have to guess. If you want. You don't have to. But you can.
If you want.
Also: owie, yo.
Tags: Sleep Pain Owie
