Some whining, and also some food porn

Grr, ow. :(

Had the dreaded MRI and CT scan this morning. The CT scan wasn't dreaded, actually, just the MRI. I had to get up at 4:30 a.m., too! (whine, whine, whine, I know...) But, it's over with, and I was able to convince my freaking-out mind not to tell my body to start screaming and pounding on the inside of that little tube they stuff you in. I could only have pounded with my left hand, anyway.

I see the doctor Tuesday to get the results.

My life has become pretty basic this week. It involves eating, sleeping, and trying to find ways to sit, stand, and lay down that do not cause extreme pain. I've got this harness thing on that helps, but it digs into my armpits something fierce, so it's sort of an exchange of one kind of pain for another. Mostly I would just like to put this pain down for like, five minutes, so I can regather my wits and face the inevitable rest of it. It would also be easier to bear if the muscles in my neck would stop seizing up. Either something is messed up in there too, or it's just a reaction to the way I have to constantly hold myself to cause the least pain. I never realized you use the muscles in your neck and chest to sit up from a lying-down position. All those muscles around where my clavicle separated from my sternum scream at me every time I try to sit up. I've taken to rolling over on my left side and sort of oozing up. It makes me look extremely cool.

Injuries stink. I recommend against them.

A chick who runs a local art-and-culture website called me the other day. Apparently she got my card from that coffee shop where my photos are on display, and she wanted me to do some photos for her site. I figured it would take my mind off the pain, so last night I gave it a whirl. I had to take Percocet within about two minutes of starting to work, but once that stuff kicked in, I was in my little photohappy trance, only I was dropping shit and knocking stuff over right and left (well, mostly left). Luckily, the camera sustained no injuries, since it was securely mounted on a tripod during the whole mad endeavor. I did manage to drop a big-ass 500 watt light, which, in some drug-addled fit of accidental coordination, I managed to catch with the side of my foot and sort of ease down to the floor.

Anyway, here are the pictures I took:

Mmm, carbohydrates.
Mmm, sugar.
Mmm, cheese and basil and tomato and eggplant...

The chick wanted a wine shot too, but the ones I took sucked, so I'm going to try that one again tomorrow or Saturday.

Okay. Tomorrow: I attempt to drive my car (which is a stick shift). Riding the bus with a harness and sling is getting old fast. Hopefully I shall be able to manipulate the gear shift without pulling over to go into a paroxysm of agony. Wheeeeee!