How much pain are you in at the moment?

[Sgt. Crackpot]

I may have broken or dislocated my big toe last night, so a significant amount. Not the worst, but this is a shit situation. Xrays done today and I find out tomorrow. I may be off work for a little while.

[Bammer]

Left shoulder at least 7/10 fuck this

Same same. Going to doctor this morning.

[Strat]

Sharp pains down my left arm (bicep into forearm), minor sprain in my right wrist, right ankle feels like it needs to crack/pop but wont so that feels off.

Yea baby. Moving is a bitch!

[epilogue]

Sharp pains down my left arm (bicep into forearm), minor sprain in my right wrist, right ankle feels like it needs to crack/pop but wont so that feels off.

Yea baby. Moving is a bitch!

Oof. Take care of yourself, friend-o!

[Monkey_Driven]

Sharp pains down my left arm (bicep into forearm), minor sprain in my right wrist, right ankle feels like it needs to crack/pop but wont so that feels off.

Yea baby. Moving is a bitch!

You should see my other victims

[96583UP]

mild eye-strain related headache

[doug rr]

Left shoulder at least 7/10 fuck this

Same same. Going to doctor this morning.

ive been a left side sleeper pretty much my whole life..the older I get the more I think my shoulder is going to fall off...I do a lot of exercises for it but to no avail..

[wease]

Right elbow hurting like a motherfucker. Got a steroid shot in it this afternoon and she told me it would probably hurt tonight but should overall start feeling better in the morning.

[Bammer]

Left shoulder at least 7/10 fuck this

Same same. Going to doctor this morning.

ive been a left side sleeper pretty much my whole life..the older I get the more I think my shoulder is going to fall off...I do a lot of exercises for it but to no avail..

Turns out it is my neck. Getting an MRI soon and then revisit a neck specialist in 2 weeks.

[dad]

I may have broken or dislocated my big toe last night, so a significant amount. Not the worst, but this is a shit situation. Xrays done today and I find out tomorrow. I may be off work for a little while.

oh man, it is the worst feeling. I broke my second toe once by accidentally knocking my bare foot into a stone outside. hurt like hell, and there's not much you can do with a broken toe.

hope it improves, Sarge!

[Bammer]

Left shoulder at least 7/10 fuck this

Same same. Going to doctor this morning.

Long story short, this was a precursor to shingles.

I have fkn SHINGLES.

It is miserable.

Pain 9/10.

[spike]

wtf aren't old people most susceptible to this?

oh.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Praying for you

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Rangi Guy]

I'm kinda thinking that now would be the oportune time for me to fight Bammer.
COME AT ME BRO!!!

[96583UP]

my 3rd night in a row of intense fever / chills / sweat just ended

fever was less tonight tho

6/10

[Ello Sailor]

Covid? I had the worst fever in probably two decades a few weeks ago when I was beaten with the 'rona stick.

[Ello Sailor]

Also, shingles? Wtf Bammer. That's intense.

Feel better, broseph.

[wease]

Damn bammer. Sorry to hear, man.