Pain vs. Plans The past two days, I've had spells of feeling more alert, more
sharp than I've felt in a couple of weeks. Unfortunately, those
spells haven't lasted very long before giving way to fibro-fog
and/or sleepiness. :-(
I just woke up from an odd dream, finding myself disoriented
and dizzy (okay, not so alarming in the context of suddenly waking
from a dream of being dropped by a crane from a great height,
through a series of violently exploding huge baloons, to be
stopped by a stuntman's airbag, all for an appearance on The
Tonight Show (if the dream explained what I'd done to get
booked on late-night national television, I've forgotten that
part already)) ... and also in severe enough pain that I'm
procrastinating trying to stand up to walk to the bathroom.
F'ing ouch, man.
I took painkillers as soon as I was awake enough to find
them, but they're not likely to take effect in time for me
to get to 3LF rehearsal, despite my plans to be there tonight.
If I feel well enough forty-five minutes hence, I'll try to
get there for the second half of rehearsal, but next week
is looking like the more likely option at this point.
Ugh.
Okay, now to see whether my legs are working well enough yet
to get to the bathroom. (Long car trips are not the only time
having a huge bladder is a blessing.)
Ow. Dammit. Ow.