Pain

Everything hurts. My body feels like it had an intense workout a few hours before. My head feels like I just sprinted and the blood rushing through veins has oxygenated my brain. The difference is that the workout would bring oxygen to the brain.

I breathe normally and sit still aside from thumb-typing on my phone. The chair has inadequate arm rests, one of which feels as if it's leaving a bruise. I don't bother trying to use the other "rest" since it's far enough from my arm to make me use more energy than it's worth.

I arrived several minutes ago in an attempt to enjoy the blue sky that appeared beyond forecasted rain clouds. Leaving the comfort of home, my work computer, and nap place, I've ventured out to attend a mortgage closing. By the time I got out of the meeting, it was rush hour. The chances of getting a seat on the subway I was not willing to risk. On Monday, the day this whole health hazard began, I ended up sitting on the floor of the train. Thanks, sheeple.

Each engaged muscle in my body begins to feel lactic acid. Taking deeper breaths doesn't help. It takes enough energy to just breathe. The rest of my body is not getting enough oxygen. Am I going to damage or have I damaged my nervous system?

I feel pain on my back leaning against the backrest, and in my arm on the armrest. On the way down the street, there was pain in my legs.

A man is being interviewed a few feet away. Normally I would be distracted by the conversation. He is an architect. Or artist. Or both. Today, I don't care and can barely hear. Trying to listen makes my head hurt.

Pins and needles have developed in the fingertips of the possibly bruised arm. I switch armrests to alleviate it.
At least my butt doesn't ache.

A woman in 4-inch heels trips a heel on the pavement. I would much rather walk like her than I do today.