morning, it hates me and the feeling is mutual.

[blustocking]

I was not meant to be up during the hours of 7am-12pm. This is fact. I get allergies in the morning, hayfever causing me to sneeze MANY, MANY times. Once the sneezing fit has passed though, it's usually passed, so that's a good thing MAHTHA!

My back/right shoulder hurt so much last night that I had to get up and lay on the floor for a bit. I wish I had the time/money/energy to go to a chiropractor. It still hurts a little, radiating to my upper arm, which makes me worry that my costochondritis will act up again. Please don't ask me what that is, as I hate even mentioning it. I only like to whine in doses. Look it up, snatch.
;)

The most amusing thing about riding the bus, non-stop party that it is, was when the guy sitting across from me last night was falling asleep so much that he leaned back and hit his head on some metal making a loud KA-THUNK! And speaking of bus, I don't mind it really. I hate/love driving in this town, so I hate/love riding the bus. I don't have to get stressed out over traffic and Assholes In SUV's, but it takes twice as long to get somewhere. Trade off I guess. I'm just not looking forward to taking the bus at midnight on Friday and Saturdays. Anyway, I'm a tree-hugger, so I should have taken the bus much more than I have already.

Good lord, I'm boring myself.

My journal appears to be back to mostly English now, fickle bitch that it is.

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Comments

hello ladies...

[(Anonymous)]

Mornings are evil. Their sole purpose in existing is to provide a buffer so that the afternoons aren't intrinsically evil instead. Mondays and Februarys also fall in this buffer-of-evil category.

I had problems for months with my shoulder/back (I could never pinpoint quite where, somewhere around the bottom of the shoulderblade). I'd wake up in the mornings aching (adding to the general evil of morning).

It turned out that this was caused by my bed, which had a big sag in the middle of it...I stuck a pillow under the sag, adjusted it until it was placed just right, and poof! the shoulder aches magically went away, and did not return (until the pillow compressed, anyway).

Don't know if that is relevant/helpful to your situation, but I thought I'd try to be helpful anyway. Especially as it gave me the opportunity to complain about mornings. Always a plus.

--rueyeet the old and arthritic

Re: hello ladies...

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My bed is faboo, it's just a bad combination of carrying stress in my back and my costochondritis. Apparently many people who have it think they're having a stroke because the pain sometimes radiates from the back to the arm. It's calmed down a bit now. I really should just find the money to go to a chiropractor. I hate whining about this.

Getting older blows.

Complaining about mornings is always welcome. :D