When the doctor uses the term "myalgia", you know they don't know what's wrong; "myalgia" simply means "unidentified muscle pain", much like "neuropathy" means "unidentified nerve pain".
So I have moved from "neuropathy" to "myalgia".
After the fun of the EMG, I found I had lost about three days worth of painkillers - apparently, my pill case fell out of my purse. The only time I pulled my keys out without looking was in front of Staples (where I was copying coif patterns), so we went back there, but the odds of someone turning it in were pretty low, and we did not find it. I hate to think this, but the odds are high that someone found the pill case, and thought "cool! I can get high!".
Today, my arms hurt like a son of a bitch, especially the right one, since they only did the dig-the-needle-into-your-arm-electrify-i
I was a total bitch about all of this. Bob was extremely cool about it all, and took me to the movies to cheer me up, where we saw "Prince Caspian". I liked it, but liked even more that there was only one other couple in the theater, and they were grown-ups. Fabulous movie experience (and I totally want Susan's blue dress).
I also cheered myself up with a totally cute manicure - I use false nails, usually in a French manicure that works discreetly for events, but is easy to maintain. Every now and then, I am seduced by some of the more interesting designs, and I am currently wearing a design very like the one all the way on the left, but with a single rose and a lacy design along the tips. It's teh cyoot.
Lastly, I wish I were here:
The view from my room (roughly):