crimson

Pain.

Last night, my housemates and I sat up playing dominos over coffee, Toblerone and After Eights, discussing all those things that philosophers, scientific historians, mathematicians and molecular biologists tend to discuss - fear not, Proust aside, it was pretty low brow - and in what felt like no time at all, ten o'clock became two in the morning, and I was out for the count. Until two forty-five, when I woke up with the worst stomach pain I've had since my appendix came out; it lasted nearly two hours, leaving me on the verge of vomiting for much of that time, sweating, amd causing me, again and again, to draw my legs towards my body in search of comfort, only to force them back down again in frustration. Cycle after cycle. And then it just stopped, I fell asleep, and that was that.

Today, my forearms drew significant attention at work; I have fantastic, crimson bruises up and down the right arm, and similar, though less obvious, bruising to the left; this is, before anyone gets concerned, unrelated to last night's pain in the... stomach. I teased that I had been attacked by a dude with a bottle last night; this is partly correct, but not quite what it sounds, having been a choreographed component of a Jiu Jitsu demo. Resting my arms on the desk to type isn't all that pleasant, this evening. Everything else hurts too, though it doesn't show quite so alarmingly, leaving me feeling a bit wasted. This has been a painful day.