Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Ow.

This is a day chock full of pain. And sleepiness. And hyperacusis. So when I gave up on daytime plans and tried for an afternoon nap, I wasn't able to stay asleep even for so long at a stretch as I'd managed last night. 1. Start to drift off; 2. Have a dream just start to form; 3. Hear a truck hit the dip in the intersection at speed, or a car hit the steel plate just before the intersection, and get jarred awake; 4. Have muscles tighten up a notch worse than they'd been five minutes earlier; 5. Repeat ad nauseum (frequently substituring vehicles with sirens for the aforementioned cars and trucks). Urk. Sense of touch a bit wonky too, though not as far out of line as my hearing (sensation of pressure highly magnified, so weight of my own arm lying across my other arm, or bedcovers on top of me, or my own weight pressing against the bed, all feel about ten times as heavy as they should).

Let's see what improvement can be found in the next scheduled dose of painkillers and the end of evening rush hour.

I did go out on Saturday (accompanied Sheepie to pick up her Flying Pig and a shoes-and-chocolate store, then ate interesting dinner), and I was tired at the start of that (in that state where bumps in the road that I ordinarily wouldn't even notice cause pain), but I didn't think our outing was strenuous enough to cost me this much. Then again, the fibro often just Hurts Randomly, so maybe this has nothing to do with having gone out on Saturday.

And when I gave up on my nap, I found my Internet connection had gone flaky -- web pages sometimes loading and sometimes not, and my ssh connection dropping. If I'm correctly interpreting where the asterisks show up in traceroute listings ('tracert', for Windows users), it looks like the problem is somewhere within the network of my ISP's upstream provider. Oddly, when ssh isn't timing out and dropping the connection, characters are getting inserted into the stream -- mostly tildes, pound signs, and upper and lowercase Ms. Y'all know how long it's been since I had to deal with line noise that I could see (as opposed to stuff invisibly handled by the IP stack)? Straaaange.

Oy. More sirens. And honking (that big bass horn that fire trucks have).

(And as long as I'm whining: I broke one of my guitar picks yesterday. :-( At least it was only the pinkie, which only matters for fingerpicking and the rasgueado stroke, so I'll probably just wait for it to grow back instead of having an acrylic extension put on -- it's one that I don't normally have acrylic on.)

Right about now, Vicodin would probably be a good thing. Unfortunately, the only thing I've got in that league is codeine w/caffeine, and I'm afraid that if I take enough of it I won't sleep tonight, and will have another really bad day tomorrow as a result. (OTOH, if the pain winds up keeping me awake anyhow ...) Oh, for the days when caffeine just didn't affect me, rather than its current effect of making me drowsy but unable to fall asleep. Let's see how far Ultram will get me towards feeling mobile again.