The pain I woke up to on Tuesday morning hasn't really dissipated. I saw my chiropractor Dr. Dan again today, and he did note some improvement in my mobility: I can at least turn my head to my left a little bit now, and look up, but I have not had a moment without pain in going on four days. Sleep hasn't been easy, even after taking a muscle relaxant.
This evening begins my three-day training at CTWO, which I'm both looking forward to and dreading. I'll be there for four hours tonight, nine hours tomorrow, and then another six on Sunday. I think it'll be good for me and my resume, but I'm a little worried about how my body will respond, especially since tomorrow will involve at least three hours out on unfamiliar turf with POWER. Door-knocking is already tiring, I haven't done any canvassing in San Francisco at all before, and it's really hard to talk to people when even the slightest movement hurts. I just hope I can keep up. Also, I hope it doesn't rain.
We still haven't gotten my grandmother's ashes back from the funeral home. My mother's been freaking out pretty regularly, about things that don't even matter, but I guess it's just going to be this way for a while. As for me, I think I've been in too much physical pain the last few days to even notice any emotional stuff going on. Well, that's not entirely true--there's been a lot of nonspecific anxiety for sure. But that's about where it stops. Perhaps my body decided to spasm to give my brain a rest. They're a tag team.
Anyway, right now my apartment is freezing, which I'm sure isn't helping my muscles. Time to go light the pilot in my heater. Again.