Ouch
I pulled something in my back on my way to the train station. I think I must have pulled the same muscle a couple of weeks ago, because I had a dull pain in the same spot for a while, and then it went away again. But now it's back and this time it's worse. It hurts when I stand, it hurts when I walk, and it hurts when I sit. I hope it won't hurt too badly when I lie down, or I won't get much sleep tonight.
When I got to the station, no trains were running between Malmö and Lund (and possibly further along the tracks, as well), due to a fallen cable. I went out front and found a replacement bus, getting worried that I wouldn't get to the theatre on time, but I did, with some time to spare, so that was good. I probably shouldn't have run from the station in Malmö, though; I'm now sure that that is why this pulled muscle hurts much worse this time. When I was going home, four hours later, the trains were still not running, but I managed to get on another replacement bus without having to wait at all. I had to stand all the way, though, but I probably wouldn't have been anymore comfortable sitting down. The bike ride from the station was bad -- I'm obviously having to use that particular muscle when pedalling.
The show was good, or rather, the first part. The first half was basically the old play from 1974, and after the intermission they did a newly written second half about the granddaughter of one of the women in the original play. It ended on a very depressing note, and was very incoherent, which was possibly intentional, but still made it rather confusing and not very enjoyable to watch, even though there was a lot in it that had recognition value. I really liked the first part, and I don't feel that the second part was really on a par.
When I got to the station, no trains were running between Malmö and Lund (and possibly further along the tracks, as well), due to a fallen cable. I went out front and found a replacement bus, getting worried that I wouldn't get to the theatre on time, but I did, with some time to spare, so that was good. I probably shouldn't have run from the station in Malmö, though; I'm now sure that that is why this pulled muscle hurts much worse this time. When I was going home, four hours later, the trains were still not running, but I managed to get on another replacement bus without having to wait at all. I had to stand all the way, though, but I probably wouldn't have been anymore comfortable sitting down. The bike ride from the station was bad -- I'm obviously having to use that particular muscle when pedalling.
The show was good, or rather, the first part. The first half was basically the old play from 1974, and after the intermission they did a newly written second half about the granddaughter of one of the women in the original play. It ended on a very depressing note, and was very incoherent, which was possibly intentional, but still made it rather confusing and not very enjoyable to watch, even though there was a lot in it that had recognition value. I really liked the first part, and I don't feel that the second part was really on a par.