Just now while I was getting aspirin and shaking my cramped arm out vigorously, my coworker asked in late-afternoon loon mode, "Your arm hurts? Are you having a heart attack?!" I said it was my right arm, not my left. He told me that left-arm pain is a myth. You get pain all over. Neck, arm, back-- "My back hurts too!" I cried anxiously. Then fell to the floor and died. The end.
Another coworker is about to take three months leave of absence. In pursuit of slackerhood, I think. A third is quitting post-holidays. I cannily take this opportunity to gauge my value to the company: they will need me now more than ever, I decide. Ha ha!
Should I see a movie tonight? Do I dare to eat a peach? Or should I struggle heroically against the shooting pain that feels like a badger has clamped its mighty teeth into my right shoulder and refuses to let go and write? Not that the badger refuses to write. I mean, should I struggle against the badger and try to write? And would you like to see some badger teeth? And can I go home now?
