My goddamn arm!

I mentioned a sore elbow the other day--it's been achy and twingy and things for awhile, but today suddenly it turned from being a mere sore elbow and became The Painful Arm of Pain. Throbbing! Stabbing! Shooting! And any other kinds of pain you can think of.

Moving my arm in any way hurts. Keeping my arm completely still hurts. In fact, I think what really hurts is the fact that my arm exists at all. And, as you may have noticed, it's not just the elbow anymore, but pretty much everything from the shoulder to the forearm.

My wrist and hand don't hurt at all, except for if I move them in the wrong way (or at all, practically, everything hurts except for typing), but the pain shoots, stabs and throbs in the other parts of the Painful Arm of Pain.

It seemed to get worse the closer the rain came, and really peaked at the worst of the downpour. What have I got, rheumatism, for Chrissakes? "O aye, it'll be rain before nightfall, mark my words, the rheumatiz tells me, doncha know!"

I stopped at the Duane Reade for aspirin, and grimaced so much in getting out my wallet, that the cashier asked me if I had sprained my arm. A stoic I am not. And by the goddamn way, why do they make aspirin bottles impossible to open? My God, don't they think that someone might be in pain?

And I don't mean the childproof cap, I mean the seal covering the cap, and, once I got that off, the cotton that just hung on as if it was stapled to the inside of the bottle. Actually, that would have been easier to remove than the jammed in, impossible to get a grip on, smooth ball that it really was. It was like trying to flip a marble out of a straw. It took me five minutes to get at that aspirin, and by then, I was ready to just amputate my arm, as it would just be easier in the long run.

Psst, there's a second entry for today! Go to, you lucky people...

Lenten entries missed:

Melissa wrote a beautiful entry about her grandmother's death, caught the flu from Greg, went to Milwaukee and became dreadfully, terribly old. Old old old, I say!

Today's horoscope:
You feel pulled between the domestic front and the outer world today. Divide your time and energy as best you can.

One year ago today:
Man, give me an inch and I'll beat you to death with a shovel.

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