Anyone else notice how when you have a pinched nerve, nothing else matters?
Like a coworker is all “how are you?” and you just want to respond “pinched nerve, and you?”
Or how no matter what you do, from unloading the dishwasher to turning the page in a book, your body is all “hey, remember that pinched nerve? Still there! Have some pain!”
Or how you start keeping up a running commentary about how noble and strong you are for keeping up with your normal house chores and maintaining a baseline of personal cleanliness? “Look at her, swanning across the living room as if she hadn’t a care in the world. Look now, as she picks up the mug from last night’s tea and not only carries it to the kitchen, she deposits the teabag in the trash, rinses the mug (oh dear, that one really cost her) and puts it in the dishwasher?! Truly, she is a paragon among humanity, gritting her teeth and showing so few signs of just how excruciating this experience must surely be. She deserves accolades! Awards! Praise! Ibuprofin!”