I am HURTING today.
Physical and emotional. Round six of family we-don't-know-how-to-grieve on Friday, sixth round since grundoon died. I needed to blow off steam in the morning and used a heavy bag and fighting gloves. No finish to the family stuff, decision within 2 weeks. If families can't get along and just fight about wills and money and property, how is there any hope for humanity and countries and the world?
On Thursday I fantasized about changing my name completely and disappearing from that side of the family. It is worth consideration.
Friday morning I distracted myself by writing about chronic pain again... and then hit the bag.
Anyhow, my muscles are so sore today. Worst at 48 hours after traumatizing them. Guess I overdid it a bit. An extensor muscle on my right forearm is a lumpy knot and all of my muscles feel like someone has been pounding them with a meat tenderizer. But.... I did not get sick and start vertigo and vomiting, so I suppose this is a more normal muscle response to overuse. Ow. Stupid strep A. Stupid family. Stupid me for hitting and kicking the bag for too long....