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My physio is still not back, and - while the pins & needles has got no worse during her absence, which we were both anxious about before she went - my neck & shoulder have been brutally, savagely stiff & sore all this week, to the point of actual disability (viz it's worst sitting here at the computer, and it is actually stopping me from working, or at least encouraging me to stop sooner than I might have done).
It's so bad I'm taking pain meds to try to relieve it, which I don't normally do. Nothing seems to have been particularly effective thus far, so today I'm trying something new, a paracetamol-and-codeine with an added muscle relaxant. "May cause drowsiness", the leaflet says. I don't feel drowsy, 'zackly, but kind of dissociated: from my body, and also from my work. Frankly, I think the pain might be more useful to me.
It doesn't help, of course, that this story is broken. I need a new ghost story for a Phantoms gig in July; I thought I'd just knock one out in these few days before I start the new novel on June 1st. Get me up to speed, get me feeling happy about myself, like that. Hah. There's either something radically wrong with the story, or else it's just missing something: for values of absence that do not include the fact that it doesn't have an ending yet, but might (or might not) cover the fact that it doesn't yet have a ghost. Oh, joy. Once again, Chaz finds himself writing the ghost-story-without-a-ghost. This was - once again - not the plan. I can, like the man said, summon spirits from the vasty deep, but the bastards never bloody show up.
It's so bad I'm taking pain meds to try to relieve it, which I don't normally do. Nothing seems to have been particularly effective thus far, so today I'm trying something new, a paracetamol-and-codeine with an added muscle relaxant. "May cause drowsiness", the leaflet says. I don't feel drowsy, 'zackly, but kind of dissociated: from my body, and also from my work. Frankly, I think the pain might be more useful to me.
It doesn't help, of course, that this story is broken. I need a new ghost story for a Phantoms gig in July; I thought I'd just knock one out in these few days before I start the new novel on June 1st. Get me up to speed, get me feeling happy about myself, like that. Hah. There's either something radically wrong with the story, or else it's just missing something: for values of absence that do not include the fact that it doesn't have an ending yet, but might (or might not) cover the fact that it doesn't yet have a ghost. Oh, joy. Once again, Chaz finds himself writing the ghost-story-without-a-ghost. This was - once again - not the plan. I can, like the man said, summon spirits from the vasty deep, but the bastards never bloody show up.