I am having a lot of physical pain this evening. Every part of my body hurts. Everywhere. Normally, I have to deal with pain in my left foot, my left hip or my back. But very rarely is it all three causing pain together, along with everything else. My shoulders, neck and legs.
After I finished working on the edits in a manuscript this evening, which was the last of writing jobs to do for the day, I got up from my chair all set to go into the kitchen and do the dishes. (The best time for me to do dishes is when the baby's asleep but I hadn't had the chance when he took his afternoon nap today.) But right when I got up, pain just shot through me. It was like a huge weight pushing me down and crushing my bones. It was horrible.
So I took 3 Tylenol (not the usual two) and I am hoping it will help me to sleep tonight. Got to get up early in the morning tomorrow.
I don't know why it's so bad now. I wasn't in pain when I took Jen to school, ran errands, carried the baby around and moved stuff around in the house.
I have been doing an aerobics workout 3 times a week in the mornings. Maybe that is causing parts of my body that I don't normally exercise to feel pain. The workouts are only 20-30 minutes long. But I hadn't done one this morning. I only got about 4 1/2 hours of sleep last night, so I was too exhausted to exercise today.
Maybe it's dehydration. I haven't been drinking enough water, as I SHOULD be drinking more water.
Or it could be the changing seasons. The foot and hip pain are grievances I've had to deal with for some time. So I don't know.
At least it doesn't hurt so much when I am not moving around so much.
Maybe I just need more rest.
This has made me wonder, though: Is it possible that if someone carries around a deep, strong pain on the inside for so long, it can manifest into a real, physical pain? I wonder. I have been carrying pain around for so long. A sadness. Regret. I don't know if that's possible, but worth thinking about. If anything, it could be a story.