Snap (Crackle Pop)
Nov. 17th, 2008 03:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Sweetness, if you're not here for the overshare, you're reading the wrong journal. XD
I was having dreams about...I don't remember, but I could feel where the sleep was thin as I came up, and, as I will do, I rolled from my right side to my left.
There was this deep, loud crunching sound and a bolt of chills and circulation up the right side of my head.
I shifted my weight--testing if I could move, waiting for lights or pain--and rolled onto my back. There were a series of gritty little clicks and a wash of pincushion stickings down my spine, chased by hot knives--my sense that I'm being stabbed in reverse, like there are sharp objects trying to come out of my skin from the inside instead of the other way 'round.
I hate that one. It makes it so hard to sleep.
I was almost there again, almost shut-eyed, when there was a gasp from inside my throat--half of a trapped breath pulling loose from wherever I'd stashed it.
I hauled myself vertical, and as soon as my feet hit the tile, I needed to wash up and get ready for my day.
Don't look at me in that tone of voice. In the first place, hot centipedes are still marching across my back, and in the second, every time my neck relaxes, more crunchy-clickies; I'm worried I might wrench it or something in my sleep.
I don't think I need a doctor--nothing's out of line, there's no heat, swelling, bruising, or pain, just the nerves--but it still feels incredibly odd.
And that headache I've had for six months, the one I've been hiding with aspirin and alcohol and cursing unmerciful god?
Appears to be gone.
I was having dreams about...I don't remember, but I could feel where the sleep was thin as I came up, and, as I will do, I rolled from my right side to my left.
There was this deep, loud crunching sound and a bolt of chills and circulation up the right side of my head.
I shifted my weight--testing if I could move, waiting for lights or pain--and rolled onto my back. There were a series of gritty little clicks and a wash of pincushion stickings down my spine, chased by hot knives--my sense that I'm being stabbed in reverse, like there are sharp objects trying to come out of my skin from the inside instead of the other way 'round.
I hate that one. It makes it so hard to sleep.
I was almost there again, almost shut-eyed, when there was a gasp from inside my throat--half of a trapped breath pulling loose from wherever I'd stashed it.
I hauled myself vertical, and as soon as my feet hit the tile, I needed to wash up and get ready for my day.
Don't look at me in that tone of voice. In the first place, hot centipedes are still marching across my back, and in the second, every time my neck relaxes, more crunchy-clickies; I'm worried I might wrench it or something in my sleep.
I don't think I need a doctor--nothing's out of line, there's no heat, swelling, bruising, or pain, just the nerves--but it still feels incredibly odd.
And that headache I've had for six months, the one I've been hiding with aspirin and alcohol and cursing unmerciful god?
Appears to be gone.
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Date: 2008-11-17 09:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-17 10:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-18 12:31 am (UTC)Anyway, one big crunch tends to breed lots of tiny little ones as everything else adjusts to fit, so that doesn't seem too unusual.
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Date: 2008-11-19 11:29 am (UTC)My neck has been a saga of saga, and the first thought that came to me was Well, genius, you've finally BROKEN it, but actually it seems much better and hasn't squeaked at me or anything for about two days now. *Is hopeful.*