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I decided to see my doctor this afternoon. The longer I sat, the stiffer I got and the more I limped and hobbled, so I left work and hied myself off to the clinic for a once over.

After a little discussion and a few questions, pokes and prods, she leaves the room. Her nurse comes back a few minutes later with medication samples and some instructions. "Doctor says it's either a strain or bursitis. Here, take these, do these exercises, and if it's not better by next Monday come see us again. We'll start you on physical therapy."

The medication is Celebrex. I am officially old now.

I'm in tears over this. How am I supposed to chase after that hypothetical child if I have bursitis?

Heard on a "classic rock" station in the car this evening while driving home: U2, followed by a commercial for arthritis medication.

*sigh*

One step forward. Two steps back. That's how it feels.

During the day, while I'm relatively active and taking the meds when I'm supposed to, my neck, while still hurting, at least lets me function in a reasonable manner. I can turn my head enough to drive, to type, to file, to do most of the stuff I usually do at work.

When I go to bed, however, about three or four hours after I go to sleep, the muscles spasm all over again, and it's incredibly painful to move. I got up last night and took meds at 1:00am. Spouse built me a back rest out of the multitude of pillows so I didn't have to lay down again -- it hurts too much to rise from a prone position. But I didn't sleep well in a sitting position.

I can barely wash my hair, much less dry it. I about fell over putting my underwear on this morning. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

And it's another hour before I can take more drugs.

Doc said if it's not better in a few days, go see him again. I'm giving it until Monday.