I have one co-worker who can always tell when I'm in pain, because he is also a champion chronic pain sufferer. He's in pain a lot more often than I am. Probably every day. I only have some bad days. I think he occasionally has good days. He can tell from the way I walk, even if I keep it out of my expression and think I'm walking normally.
Today was a really bad day, and he could tell. He told me I should get in to the chiro for an extra session. I resisted, because I knew it was going to be better tomorrow (probably).
Painkillers really do not help. Anything that actually makes a dent will knock me out, and I can't have that if I'm at work or want to be FUNCTIONAL in any way. Better to be in pain and clear-headed than falling asleep at my desk virtually useless.
Still when you're a certain bracket of pain, you're kind of not good for anything, anyhow. >_> But I carpooled, so there was no way to go home early.
That was my day. That and poking at "From the Inside Out." I added a bit that I was really, really happy with. <3 And a bit more Sloane interaction; she needs her time to shine.
Here, have some twinny twins. They are far more COOL than I.
Last night I rocked my house with the Humanoid City tour. No spoilers, but I enjoyed the hell out of the DVD and can't wait to blast it (and risk getting cited for noise) again.