Urg. I am feeling cruddy. Narky and anxious and sad and all those things. I think it's made worse by the fact that I put my shoulder (and whole right side really) out on Thursday night when I tripped over a stump in the dark carrying a box of cupcakes and ghost cookies. That sounds like a Presidents of the United States of America lyric.
Yes. Anyway, I have wrenched myself because of saving cupcakes, and now I am in Pain and it's not improving my mood. I made a call to an actual horse osteopath this morning. If she can't fix me, I reckon no one can.
Kisses to Will Wheaton for this post, which spoke to me. It's good.
Update** Complaining seems to have helped, shoulder blade is improving. Still hurts if I breathe in deeply, but otherwise much better.