I left work ten minutes earlier than usual yesterday, at 4:20, so I could barely make it on time for the 4:30 showing of a movie called Oh Lucy! at the Uptown, which is just a ten minute walk from work. If I have to see a movie at the Uptown, I much prefer it be a showtime between 4:30 and 5:00 so I can go straight there from work, instead of having to go all the way home and then all the way back down to the Lower Queen Anne area again. I'll have to do the latter for the movie I want to see there tomorrow evening, as 3:45 is too early, and the next showing is not until 6:30. I've had too few movies to see the first couple of months this year and in March I'm trying to catch up, even if I can only a tiny bit. Still, I saw a movie on Sunday and yesterday this week, will see another tomorrow, and hope to see at least one this coming weekend. I already have two scheduled for the weekend after that, both that Friday and Saturday.
Anyway, Oh Lucy! was pretty good. Memorably odd, but that's likely all I'll remember about it in a year.
When I got out of the theatre at about 6:15, it was still so bright out it was clear that I could still walk home and have plenty of sunlight the entire time -- the benefit of Daylight Saving Time starting the first Sunday of March (although I have long advocated for doing away with it altogether; it's been decades since there has been any real point to it at all). Still, knowing I would have to write the movie review once I got home, and Shobhit would rather I got home sooner than later, and the #8 was just about to arrive, I went ahead and caught the bus, getting me home maybe twenty minutes earlier than I would have walking. I still read my library book on the bus, which I suppose is safer than reading while walking through town, which I do any day it's not raining.
And then something weird happened. While I was on the bus, I suddenly got pretty sustained pain in the muscle of my upper back, on the right side of my body, up to the shoulder and neck. I am mystified as to how this happened -- it's very much like I slept on it wrong last night, but if that were the case, why the fuck was I totally fine until about 6:30 pm? I don't get it. It also hurts where the strap for my shoulder bag usually goes, but hell -- I was sitting on the bus, not even walking with the damned thing!
And this is a kind of pain that seems to be in its own category. I would not call it quite excruciating, but at times I would call it relentless, and it regularly made me feel a little like I wanted to throw up. Did I have a migraine in my upper back, or what?
Shobhit made fresh baturas to have with leftover stuffed bell peppers from dinner on Sunday night with Claudia and Dylan, and I later helped him record a video audition, during which the back pain was pretty distracting. We watched one episode of Roseanne. And when I went to bed, the pain was bad enough that I literally could not lay on my right side -- a problem because I typically cannot fall asleep unless I am in that position (although I almost always wake up on the other side, which is strange). I somehow managed to fall asleep on my left side last night, which seemed like a minor miracle -- maybe it was because of the pain? I can say that, having to remain on either my left side or on my back all night and never on the right side, I did not sleep particularly well.
Shobhit has had a bad cold too, and although he has largely recovered, the severity of his coughing is nearly the same as it ever was for this particular cold. So he had a pretty strong coughing fit in the middle of the night, which also made it difficult to sleep. That's not his fault, just another in several factors keeping me from sleeping very soundly.
I wondered if doing my pushups this morning might exacerbate it, and maybe I should skip them today -- perhaps do all of today's tomorrow and then again Thursday instead of the usual every-other-day schedule I keep. But, I went ahead and did them this morning anyway. It wasn't too bad, actually, and did not seem to make things any worse. I'm still stiff as I write this, but it's definitely better than it was last night.
Getting older can be a real pain in the ass. This shit never happened in my twenties. Hell, it never even happened in my thirties. I shudder to think what physical bullshit I'll be dealing with in my fifties and sixties.
[posted 12:25 pm]