Pinched Nerve Chronicles: Couch Edition

Short story:

Saw the doc last week. Left with a steroid, muscle relaxer, and a prescription for physical therapy.
Still hurts. Yay?

Long story:
Friday hit like a truck. I spent too much time at the computer trying to be productive (rude), and the pain decided to go full “surprise party” down my arm—and basically everywhere else too. Bonus round: a migraine showed up. But because I’m on meds that apparently don’t play well with others, I couldn’t take my usual migraine relief. So yeah, there were tears. Ugly ones.

Now, I have a pretty high pain tolerance (ask literally anyone who’s seen me walk off stuff I probably shouldn’t have). But I’m also ridiculously stubborn and famously hate taking meds unless I absolutely have to (ask my family—they’ll roll their eyes in solidarity). I wanted to tough it out. I really did. But I caved, took the prescribed pain killer, and was in bed by 8:30 p.m. on a Friday night.

Since then? I’ve been taking the pain meds every night… except last night. That might’ve been a tactical error because this morning my shoulder is singing the song of its people. And it’s not a good one.

Silver lining?
My couch is a dream.
And I’ve got this little weasel (cat, chaos goblin, emotional support menace—pick your favorite title) keeping me entertained while I try to work. So all is not lost.

Progress is slow, but I’ve started PT and have hope that maybe soon I can sit at my desk without needing to cry, contort, or curse. In the meantime, I’ll be over here on the couch, iced coffee in hand, alternating between heating pad rotations and cuddling a small furry distraction.

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