I had a plan for today’s post. I don’t always have a plan – ok, I almost never have a plan – but today I did, so today’s writing was supposed to be easy.
I had time to write today’s post. I don’t always have time – ok, I almost never actually have time – but today I did, so it was going to be easy.
I had everything I needed to write today – but you know where this is going: I just couldn’t.
I woke up this morning with a sore shoulder and, despite my ministrations, it migrated. By lunch my sore shoulder was morphing into a headache. I took some ibuprofen, because lunch is in no way the end of the day, and migrating muscle pain doesn’t usually get better on its own.
My now painful head laughed at the ibuprofen then dared me to keep working. I tried – I really did. I made it through the school day. I took my daily walk. I even went to knit night. As I did each activity, I told myself I would feel better and then just, you know, use my fancy plan and have a blog post in no time.
This did not happen. My head hurts. My shoulder still hurts (which just seems unfair, honestly. If pain is going to migrate, should it not leave the place it began?). My poor brain is completely unwilling to tell any story except this one, and I’m not even 100% sure this one makes sense.
So I guess now I have a plan for tomorrow’s post; tonight’s plan has become “go to bed.”
Persistence and Pedagogy 
That sounds like an awesome plan! Bed is always calling…and, honestly, generally makes one feel better. Who knows? You might even come up with an ultra awesome idea for tomorrow. Feel better! (and, even when you are writing about your plans not working out, you did it with this cantor and rhythm that actually felt like that feeling).
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And out of the ruins of your plan, you create a beautifully crafted post! I’m sorry for the migrating pain, and hope you get a good night’s sleep. I’m also looking forward to seeing your side-lined plan make an appearance in the next few days.
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I hope you are able to sleep tonight. I can tell you need it! I agree- pain should either stay in one spot or leave it altogether. I can’t believe it didn’t respond to the Ibuprofen. The nerve!
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Feel better. Rest up. The pain will migrate, eventually, right? Meanwhile, at some point, bask in the knowledge that you’ve got a slice topic on deck!
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I got derailed today too…not by pain. I hope you feel better soon!
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The first two paragraphs are how I feel with almost every post, so could totally relate! Your story then spiralled in such a telling way through the levels of your day overshadowed by pain. We felt it with you. Hope you’re feeling much better by now!
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Oh no! Stupid shoulder-head-migrating pain! You still got a post out that we can relate to. Hang in there!
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And your pain turned into beauty and poetry and humor, such the writer you are! I’ve pretty much felt like this every day this year. I loved the bit of your head laughing and daring you to keep working. I hope you feel better today, and gosh, you can write, even when you “can’t”. 🙂
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