Two Steps Forward...

I was out for a good long time today. Turns out, too long. I had a moment where the pain jumped back into my field of view and made a split-second threat. I had a sort of panic attack, though FTP described it as more of a “you don't look so good, suddenly” kind of thing.

We were at the Gallery Lounge where Sam was spinning and it all hit me all at once. Well, the ribs were aching from standing so long, and the last pain medications were running thin, and my shoulder fired a warning shot across to the other shoulder (which is new), which then shouted in my right ear, “Go Home!”

So Fred helped me get a cab (faster than collecting everyone and packing them into Fred's vehicle and then getting me home) and I got home and took my meds. And here I am, resting.

That'll teach me to overdo it, huh?

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