So what the fuck is going on? It only started bothering me during the last hour or two of my shift tonight, and, by the time we closed, I couldn't even lift my arm enough to fork my rice into my mouth. Now, every little motion leaves me wincing. Joseph said he thought it was the weather -- that his injuries from the last time he was hit by a car were acting up, and that he blamed the humidity. I hope he's right and that I haven't inadvertently done something new and horrible to it.
I have one -- count em, one -- hydrocodone left from who knows when (the keratitis, or maybe my last car accident). I plan to take it now and hope for some sleep.