offbalance | There's got to be a morning after.

Firstly, I'd like to thank everyone who commented (or posted) with well wishes. They've been making me smile all day.

Secondly, I'd like to wish

applessixeleven a happy belated birthday. It would have been on time, but yesterday was eventful, to say the least.

Thirdly, may the universe forever bless tylenol. It really has been working very well to take the edge off of the pain. Also, big up to the thermacare heat wrap, which made most of today tolerable.

Otherwise, today has involved a lot of figuring out which positions I can lay in without mewling. Also, the discovery that my left arm/shoulder hurts a fuckload more than I thought it would, particularly whenever I try to hold it anywhere but in what I call "sling position." My parents came to visit me for a few hours, which was exactly what I needed (especially after someone I work with - not the one who brought me to the ER, mind you, but someone else I have to call when I'm out sick - made me feel like a horrible person for staying out today and having to stay out tomorrow. Because it's been SO MUCH FUN, really.)

Occasionally, I'm still nauseated and unsure on my feet. Every so often, a part of my body that I thought was fine is not. My head will pound and ache. My neck will stiffen and decide it doesn't want to move anymore. My arm, we've covered. And that's not say anything of the aches or bruises or anything else that I've been feeling.

But wait - there's more!! Dr. McDreamy called this morning. Partially to see how I was doing [insert highly (in)appropriate bedside manner joke here], but mostly to let me know that in my cat scan, they noticed that I may have a slightly enlarged thyroid. (No surprise there, it runs in the family). Guess all of those sore throats weren't just the A/C after all. I'm seeing my regular doc tomorrow so I can schedule an ultrasound and get this looked at. He said it's nothing to be worried about. Me? I am embarrassed to say that I was trying my hardest to not carry on like an Eighth grader because the hawt doctor calllled meeee. (Yes, I fail.)

Right now? I think I'm going to curl up in bed and go to sleep. Despite the fact that the most strenuous thing I did all day was watch Hex (OH MY GOD, ELLA. AND THELMA. AND LEON. AND AND AND), I'm exhausted. And sore. Maybe the tylenol is wearing off. Probably a clue.

(Why is it that I have to watch Practical Magic every single time it's on?

alcestis, do you know?)