Owwwwww.
When you’re younger, you always giggle or roll your eyes when someone older than you has mysterious pains. “You’re getting old!”, you unsympathetically declare. The older person momentarily glares at you and rubs the twinging arm, leg, back, or other assorted pained extremity.
So here I am. Wondering why I’m waking up at 6:30am on the first true day off that I’ve had in a year. Popping ibuprofen tabs, hobbling around the kitchen and wondering what I’m going to get done today if I can barely walk. I had to stop unloading the dishwasher halfway through. Maybe later.
My crime? Sleeping “wrong”. How is it possible to sleep wrong? I assure you it’s not just a matter of semantics. It’s most decidedly “wrong” if you wake up in pain. That’s what happened here. When you’re younger, this happens too but you end up shaking it off the first ten minutes of the day. “Well, golly, that sure was weird!”, you exclaim.
When you get older, it’s a different thought process. Middle aged paranoia starts creeping in the longer the pain lasts. Is it internal? Is it a growth or a tumor? How can I prevent this from happening again? The pain will go away, right? Right? Do I need to mention this to my doctor?
On the up side, at least it gives me a good excuse to fool around with ProTools. For some reason it worked fine on my ultra-prepared PC the last time and now my entire system is bogging down and crashing.
