Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Not at home. Tired and in pain. This'll be short. Details in a day or two.

Spent most of day recovering from Wednesday, sleeping a lot but sleeping poorly, etc. Failed to do two errands that needed doing outside the house, and two more important at-home tasks; gonna have to play catch-up Monday.

En route to performance, had a car accident. Well, not really an accident: the other fellow did it on purpose. Spent 75 minutes waiting for police, talking to police, waiting while police looked at things and wrote things, etc. Got to the gig an hour late, but fortunately before we were to go on.

In the first or second set of tunes we played, the first time I jumped (I move around a lot when playing reels and jigs), my back spasmed alarmingly and painfully on the way up. I spent the rest of our performance trying to invent new ways to move so as to not show how much pain I was in, and re-evaluating what motions I could or couldn't do. Being out of breath was no fun, 'cause I couldn't take deep breaths. (It's still uncomfortable to do so now, hours later.)

After the gig I realized I was about halfway between two people who could possibly help me, either of whom was only a little farther away than my house (home being yet a third direction). Wound up deciding to call anusara, who was willing to have me come over and see what she could do to help. On the way there, my car (which doesn't have as much power in its top gear as it did before the collision) overheated. I wound up pouring about half a gallon of coolant into the radiator before continuing on. Seems I have a leak. :-(

No idea whether the back spasm was related to the collision or not. Figure it's certainly possible, and know that some folks say probable. Interestingly, MFR on the area seemed to help quite a bit (after some time with an ice pack and a lot of sitting/lying quietly), but it really feels like an injury, not "just the fibromyalgia". Still bad, but less so than it was -- I have to stop and think before standing up (and sometimes don't quite manage to straighten up all the way), and lying down or rolling over is quite the challenge.

Might get dragged to a doctor in the morning; probably get a massage in the afternoon; dunno yet whether I'll get home between now and the next performance -- tunic is in the laundry just in case. (*Much* perspiration results from playing all those lively Celtic tunes.) Hadn't planned on not going home, so I didn't bring spare clothes and hadn't programmed the Saturday shows I wanted into my VCR.

And there's my day.