Pain

I planned to go to bed at 12.30am so that I could get my body clock back into shape. So I did. One and a half hours later, I was still awake. Why?

I couldn't even close my eyes for a second without my legs being riddled with pain. I don't know why, but all my leg muscles were screaming in protest. I imagined my muscle as a long long rope being stretched to fraying point. Every position of sleeping I tried only caused the pain to worsen. At 2am I decided to stop being a hero and stumbled cursing out of bed to get a Panadol. I didn't want to to overdose and die, so I just took one.

I got the balm out but decided I would rather try ride it out. The Panadol (whether psychologically or if it actually worked) cut the pain down by half and so half an hour later I finally forced myself into a troubled slumber.

This morning, it's still there. Gah. I don't even know what I did to have my legs punish me this way. Yan Mei thinks I must have been sitting too far away from the steering wheel when driving. Believe me, I don't mind it when my arms refuse to stay upright for more than 5 seconds after I've had a stressful exercise hour. But I hate it when my legs cause me hurt that I don't deserve!

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

The balm feels so good! But under all that heat, I can still feel the stupid rope being stretched!

HELP!





Ow.