I'm at work right now....and I just popped about 6 ibuprofen and I have a self-adhesive heat pad/patch thing on my shoulders.
I can hardly inhale because it smells so strongly of icy hot I'm afraid I'm going to singe the inside of my nose which, by the way, I JUST realized you should never put icy hot and a heating pad together. They do NOT live in harmony.
It's like...suddenly my body figured out that I was well on my way out of a 1/4 of a century (4 days and counting) and it is just reminding me of how LITTLE time I have left to live.
Like sands through the hourglass . . . . . (even that soap reference makes me feel old! ugh)
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