I have a pain in the neck. Literally. Pain. Inside my neck. You could call it sore throat. Semantics.
It makes me thirsty. But water hurts. Like I am Charmander or something. It hurts so bad.
Milk tea helped, but I have no way of recreating more of it as I am out of milk. And I can go get some milk, but it’s raining outside. Plus, I have a pain in my neck.
I thought to ignore it might help. Like all my life problems, if I ignore it long enough, it should be gone in a few hours, right? Wrong. Like all actual life problems, it’s still there. Just worse.
Maybe… maybe sharing it with strangers on the internet will allow me some peace. Make them be part of the misery. Misery loves company after all. But I do not see it working. It’ll just alienate the strangers, and make me more lonely. That, in turn, will make me sad, which will make me want to cry, and choke up my throat. I have pain in my throat.
Sleep is my final hope. To sleep tonight and wake up agony-free would make me such a happy person. But my neck pain won’t allow me to sleep, will it? No, it just wants to make me suffer. I am my own worst enemy.
This post is my last hurrah. My letter in a bottle as I lay stranded on a deserted island. My encore to a concert that got only boos and noise complaints from the neighbours. My Season 12 of Big Bang Theory, which should have clearly stopped at season 6–7.
I don’t like to externalize blame or be whiny, but today’s post sucks because I am writing it in such agony. Hope you have a better night than I do. Or not. To be honest, don’t care either way at this point. So much pain.
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