Dear Diary,

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Today my arm rebelled against me with gusto. A few days ago I was lifted a box of, of all things, paperclips. Yeah, those bent pieces of wire that keeps your precious paper comodaties together. It was pride, really. I hefted those boxes like I was friggin' Hulk. And yesterday the hulk didn't have nothin' on my pain. And now? With icy hot smeared on my upper arm, I'm in more pain than yesterday.

I refuse refuse to take pain pills. Until my arm falls off.

I can't even eat fucking cereal.

Fuck.

Ow.

Stretching didn't help. Stretching really didn't help.

Sincerely,

Evelyn

Next friend.