This morning I woke up something like 90% pain free for the first time in years. I mean, my shoulder hurts, but my shoulder always hurts. And it hurts less. And my neck is a little stiff and sore, but it's just stiff and sore.
I actually lay there for a while after the alarm went off, just not hurting.
And I just got back from the gym (core, upper body, fifteen minutes with the heavy bag and only a mile on the ski machine, because I was pooped from the kicking things and my sneakers aren't broken in yet) and I still don't hurt much. (Say, baseline three, and I'm usually around a five or six.)
I think I'm going to fold the laundry that has been drying on all my furniture (the one dryer is on the blink, and the other one is only sort of working) and then I am going to go take Dr. Jeffrey M. Schwartz and Sharon Begley into the tub. (I'm still reading about neuroplasticity, and I'm not done yet: there's some more Ramachandran and a probably annoying Restak to get through too.)
I'm really enjoying The Mind & The Brain, though. mekkavandexter, you and Dex should read this. It's neurology, neuropsychology, and Buddhism. (I am still working on this epiphany about how Zen and modern neurological theory are actually two ways of looking at the same set of phenomena, and you know, I am apparently not the only one to twig to this.)
Then, maybe I will do my math and music homework and my PT, and then walk to the post office (that'll be another four miles, so I will suck less on the cardio front today) and mail this stuff. And then come home and clean the kitchen. I mean, really clean the kitchen.
Oh right, and eat something somewhere in there.
...that should kill most of the day, don't you think?
I had forgotten how nice this is.