Pain

Good morning cyberspace.

I'm sorry if I type slowly or at times incorrectly today, but not only am I using a much wider keyboard than I'm used to, but I also woke up this morning with a shooting pain traversing up and down my left arm, typing isn't as easy when you're trying to lose your left hand less than always in order to not stress the pain. This pain has made me think.

This isn't the worst pain I've ever been in,but it isn't as if this feeling is pleasant. I have never felt the pain of breaking a bone or many of the things that usually happen to most people by my age, but it isn't as if I haven't felt pain.

Last summer I had a highly painful sunburn. I couldn't sleep, I had ice packs on me since early in the afternoon and by eleven at night the ice packs were still warm within half an hour. At that point my mother and I proceeded to urgent care. We were told that this was the worst sunburn they had seen all summer. After having prescription lotion spread all over the sunburn I was told to take half a pill of vicodin and go to sleep. After that I proceeded to sleep for the next twelve hours. In the morning my body still hurt but it was a hell of a lot better than any of the pain that I had felt for the previous day.

The year before I had gone to the emergency room at midnight for dehydration. I had been sick for the previous week, I couldn't eat anything solid, I could hardly even keep the majority of liquids down. At that point my mother called our urgent care doctor and he told us that instead of waiting until the morning to take me to the doctor that I needed to go in now. I was so loopy that they put me in a wheelchair there then placed me in a hospital bed with very warm blankets and an IV drip where I proceeded to watch movies and eat popsicles for the next two hours. Despite how cruddy the experience sounds, it was actually pretty entertaining.

The pain in my arm is spreading into my head, time to go do something a little less taxing on my mental processes.