Paining

It’s back. Four months since the last shot, that was ever so more effective, I had forgotten the 2:30am wakeups. The throbbing in the elbow, the wrist. Numb fingers. No position of lying down could allow sleep. So I standup, go downstairs. Stretch. Drink an unfinished pop left on the counter. Pop Alleve pills. Read news on the phone. Grab ice. Maybe I can sit on the couch in the right position for a few hours, even 1 of sleep. Pain. It’s just part of complain. I‘m writing this for no reason to read, but for me to note. I have spouted out posts I felt important. Interesting. To what end? It does feel good. So I am thinking of something new. Writing just notes of the mundane, to put more ticks on my timelined self. This, the start, maybe the end, of a new category of Life Notes. I’m remembering a newspaper cartoon, one of those single pane New Yorker style ones (no not the “On the Internet nobody knows you are a dog”). This one was pretty much a line drawing, the curve of what would be…