Pain pill

So, I am in excruciating pain.

Yesterday was the worst. From the moment I awoke, actually even before, I was screaming out at every move and turn.

I was also exhausted. Having had a party til dawn on Sat. Then, waking early Sunday and going to the four hour event, and the two hours of drinking afterwards.

By the way, I lost at the awards show, but had a GREAT time. Really touching, and funny, and just like a big family. I'm loving it.

The comedy show after was great. Sitting with friends, watching friends be funny, and then drinking afterwards with TO. Yes, she was there. We are in a good place now. We still both hopelessly(on my part) flirt with each other, but we both know that is where it will stay.

After hanging out, I actually gave her a hug goodbye, and at the same time we both said, This was great, we should do this more often.

We laughed about that.

The next morning, one of my friends new to the theatre, emailed me asking if she was single. That made me laugh. I don't think I had ever told him about the crush I had, so I didn't want to get into a whole story. I simply wrote back "taken", but never did a single word hold so much emotion.

Sunday into Monday was real bad. Pain at every turn in bed. Constantly being woken up. I finally outfitted the bed to sleep in a sitting up position, and that got me a few hours.

All day Monday was hell. Work Monday night was worse. I'm broke, so I had to do it, but carrying stacks of empty dishes was torture. All my co workers tried to help. I love them.

Last night I popped a special pill that a friend gave me, and sat to bed. The pill didn't really take away the pain, but made me so tired that I didn't care.

It actually turned out to be an ok night. Not many stabbing incidents. I woke up this morning actually wondering if the pain was gone. Trying to get out of bed made me remember the pain was still there, but it seems less today somehow.

Just moving super slow, and trying not to do anything strenuous.

God, imagine my date on Friday. Charming is tough to achieve when you are wincing. That, and how do you explain to someone that your eleven years on them is not such a wide gap when you walk like Ratzo Rizzo from Midnight Cowboy.

I personify old right now. Old and feeble. That's sexy!