So I kinda messed up my shoulder. Kinda badly.
By having really good sex, lol.
I strained it badly on Friday doing that. Didn't realize how bad it was. Helped out moving things at various events all weekend and Monday, and by Tuesday I thought I was dying.
Let me note here: I have a high pain tolerance. I have 12 piercings and screamed at none of them. I have 4 tattoos and the only one that actually hurt was the wings that spiral right over my ankle bones. THOSE hurt. I have broken both pinky toes WITHOUT KNOWING IT. I'm not used to pain over extended periods of time, or pain that actually affects me consciously.
This is like Real Pain (TM). I cannot eat, because I'm nauseous all the time. I can't sleep because the second I move AT ALL in my sleep, the pain wakes me up. I've been getting 4-5 hours a night, with a lot of interruptions. Regular painkillers like naproxen and ibuprofen have done N O T H I N G.
So I went to my doctor. She said "oh, you just strained your shoulder, nothing bad, it'll be better in a few days."
Within 24 hours I was literally crying because it hurt so much and because I was so tired from lack of sleep. So I called my doctor and was like "dude this is NOT just a strained shoulder, this is something BAD." She referred me to a specialist.
I saw the specialist today. He did X-rays, and got me a better diagnosis. Nothing is broken or torn, it's not a torn rotator cuff (as I had feared). But it's also not just a strained muscle. I have somehow damaged/irritated/inflamed the lining of the socket of my shoulder. The specialist (orthopedic doctor) said he sees this a lot in young people, and that it's usually easy to fix.
So I got a cortisone shot (which has not kicked in yet), I took the first half tablet of Meloxicam, and I'm about to return to my little nest in my bed. I am well prepared: i have the first four volumes of Maximum Ride (which I am going to have to own at some point, omg it's so fun), and I have "Making Comics" by Scott McCloud (HIGHLY RECOMMENDED). My laptop is charged and my phone is on. The wifi works. Netflix is queued. I am ready.
But...It sucks. It's my left shoulder, not on my drawing arm, but pretty much anything other than lying motionless in bed is HORRIBLY painful right now. I'm hopeful that I can start working again over the weekend, or at least next week, because the cortisone shot takes a while to kick in and I'm on the Meloxicam. If I can get things set up properly at my desk, I might be able to start drawing again.
But I'm not going to push it. I have a family member who has chronic pain from getting a pretty minor back injury and then running a goddamn half marathon the next day. I didn't quite do that, but I learned my lesson from him: You get hurt, you freakin' REST.
I'm not used to resting. I'm not used to Not Drawing. I'm not used to being a couch potato. I'm an artist, I art. I'm not good at this. But I will do my best to rest and take care of my arm and shoulder and neck because if I get chronic pain, I might not be able to draw for quite a while.
But the Meloxicam seems to be kicking in, I can at least sit and type without extreme pain.
OK, I've rambled enough. Shut up and draw, Julian!