Blurgh.

Last weekend, I was sitting on the couch, minding my own business, and then I sneezed. Something went K-PLOING! in my right side. I left it alone, took some Ibuprofen, and over the next couple of days the pain subsided.

On Friday morning, I was sitting at my desk at work. I sneezed again. This time, it was like I'd been shot in the right side with an arrow. I spent the rest of the day trying to be cool, but in all honesty it was torturous. I left as soon as I could, which turned out to be a little after 4, so I could stop by CVS and pick up an ice pack.

I went home. The gel for the ice pack needed to freeze for an hour, so Karen stuffed bags of frozen peas into the pack so I could apply it to my side right away. The cold helped.

We went to dinner at Niklos' Tavern. I enjoyed the food and the company, but I grew increasingly uncomfortable thanks to the pulled muscle. When we got home, I re-applied the pack - now with frozen gel inside. I grabbed a nap for an hour, watched "Battlestar Galactica," and then hit the sack for the night.

I woke up Saturday morning feeling much better. The pain is back to a dull ache rather than feeling like agony. I'll keep it on ice as much as I can today.