I'm falling apart

I was home today with a right shoulder blade that has been knotted sine yesterday, despite mucle relaxers and Advil. The damn thing is still killing me, even after the heating pad. To add insult to injury, now my nose won't stop running. I hate tree pollen!!!!!!

I wasn't sure if I was keeping it, because I know that if the knot is gone, they won't do much. I called yesterday because the muscle relaxers weren't touching it, and tomorrow afternoon is the earliest appointment they had open. Some days I feel three times my age.

Sounds like the start of a virus...

The river of snot is strictly allergies...I'm used to it, but every time I sneeze it makes my back hurt that much more.

What did you do to bring this on yourself?

to my repug boss who creates a new level of stress for me daily.

I'm also going crazy waiting to hear on the union job that I'm in the running for.

I think it is your destiny!

B-)

The problem is, I need steady income, no room for not making money. I am the only income in my house.

Just heat alone will make it worse. I hope you feel better soon.

Nothing is making this any better.

The Second Coming -- W. B. Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.



Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Should I be falling apart already?????

Your a spring chicken my man.

It's nearly one, and I can't stop sneezing and blowing my nose.