Lisinopril sore neck

I started to get a sore throat around the end of March. It didn’t hurt very badly, like low-level pain, so I thought it would go away on its own.
After a week (March 28th) it hurt significantly more, I got a cough, my voice went hoarse, and my throat was red, swollen, and had white spots, so I contacted my GP who prescribed me antibiotics via a telephone appointment (didn’t see my throat). I was given a seven day course of phenoxymethylpenicillin (2 pills 4 times a day).
By the end of the course, my throat still hurt and was still swollen. I thought maybe it needed a few days for the infection to clear after finishing the antibiotics. But a few days later some spots reappeared, so I contacted my GP again. (April 9th) This time I had an in-person appointment. She looked at my throat and represcribed the same antibiotics for seven days.
Again, the spots went away but my throat stayed sore and swollen and I still had a cough. Again, I thought maybe it just needed some time to clear.
Then on April 24th, I woke up with the glands in my neck swollen and painful to touch, my throat very swollen and covered in white spots, and it hurt to speak and swallow. I contacted my GP again. I saw a different doctor who told me that I should have been given a ten-day course of antibiotics to treat a sore throat rather than a seven-day course. I was prescribed a ten-day course of the same medication.
I finished the course on Saturday (May 4th). My throat is enflamed and swollen and I still have a cough. My chest feels burny.
I don’t know why I’m still sick after six weeks and three courses of antibiotics. At a loss. Can anyone help?
I’m 24f, 5’3, 49kg. I have chronic migraine and chronic sinusitis. I take propranolol, fexofenadine and aimovig. I exercise regularly and try to maintain a healthy diet.

Hi strangers i have no outside help and no open ears to listen. I hope you all can relate and listen to my story. So I have been in a very abusive relationship going on 4 years now. It didn't start out this way .. I was dumb and naive and ignored all the red flags and warning signs because I was so in love with my partner. As time went on I found out a few things about him as our relationship grew and went on. He was an adict and still is. He was a meth user and dealer. I manage to get him to quit. I pushed him to do and be better. But as he quit the drugs he began to drink heavily and seemingly cannot go a day without drinking. He frequently goes to work drunk and drinking. The few days he goes without a drink he's either one of two people. The lover I fell head over heels for or a complete asshole who will throw any and all vulgar and disgusting words at me. In the days he was doing drugs he abused me frequently and in front of anyone without shame. Even his family who did nothing to stop it. He managed to isolate me from my own family. One time he broke my cellphone by throwing it at me repeatedly until the screen completely shattered and left my body with bruises in the shape of my cellphone. Right after he shattered a vhs player by throwing it at me while I lay curled on the sofa trying to cover my body from the blows. Another time I believe the day after the cellphone incident he smashed my iPad and android tablet on the ground. Another time he was in a drunk rage. What he was angry about? I still do not know. I was in the kitchen preparing us lunch. He was on the porch talking on the phone with his brother and as he ended the call he entered his home and began beating me . He managed to get me on the ground and began twisting my neck and pulling my hair. I thought for sure he was going to kill me. I don't know how but I got free from his grasp and ran to the bedroom. He threw me against the window and shattered it. I was in a daze and still do not recall how it ended all I remember was waking , my body sore and bloodied, my leggings and shirt torn. My private part ached .. I believe he had intercourse with me while i was unconscious. When he stopped the drugs he began drinking heavily. Now his physical abuse has turned verbal. My self worth is at negative zero. My outlook on life is bleak and hopeless. My willingness to continue with it all is nonexistent yet I'm stuck here. I had a job but am no longer employed. Which didn't make a difference as he monitored my income and how it was spent. Police are no help because they are all apart of his family. And my family as I stated earlier I have been isolated from. When asking for help to leave they did not respond or if they did it was just a I'm sorry you're in that position response. I like to believe I am a good person. I push and encourage others to do the best and be the best they can be. I do not do drugs and I try not to drink alcohol. Except i do when he forces me to. My question is , is there anyone who can help me? What do I do? How do I get out when I have no one? No money , nothing. I want out so bad I'm starting to think sewercide is my only option at this point.

So I started Testosterone yesterday, and i definitely have noticed a few changes already and most of which I was expecting. Ex: sore throat, sweating/being warm, vulva stuff, and my skin feeling rough this morning. But what i wasn’t expecting is my face? So I had a lil fuzz before I started T like it was very small, and there were a few strands here and there that were longer, like ya know when your grandma has chin whiskers?? But last night i noticed that those few strands were now completely hidden because my fuzz is all the same length?? It’s light, and very hard to see but it now goes to parts of my neck.
I was just curious if this is normal?? Or if I’m just the odd one out here???

5’6” - 118 lbs. non-smoker, occasional vaper.
X-RAYS from chiropractor in comments.
For the past year or so, Ive been exposed to & catching more viruses (toddler Mom life). Every time I get slightly sick, I’ve been experiencing this intense burning upper back pain that does not stop for at least a week. However, recently, I’ve been getting this burning upper back pain without being sick & it seems to have increased in intensity/length.
It doesn’t hurt to the touch but is a constant burning upper back pain, that feels more internal, like it’s on fire & sore inside the bone?
I went to a chiropractor who took X-rays & said it sounds like nerve pain & thinks it’s due to not having a curve in my neck spine…& wants to charge me $5000 for a 1-year treatment plan.
My family doctor said it was probably a pulled muscle & prescribed me steroids. The steroids helped somewhat, but now that I finished the pack, the pain is starting to come back.
I feel like neither of these interventions is addressing the cause of the actual pain. I’ve been using heating pads, Tylenol, stretching at night & during the day & using an acupressure mat without much relief.
When I was younger, I had an arthritic allergic reaction to strep throat. I’ve had issues with costochondritis & pelvic congestive syndrome in the past. Could these all be related? What should my next step be to try to address this pain?

33 year old white female, unemployed, unsure of any similar medical history in the family. This will be machine translated from Polish because I dont want to write it from scratch again.
Since childhood, I have never had problems with my immune system. I got sick once, maybe twice a year. Suddenly something changed a year ago, when I was working in an open office with about 15 people. Once a month at least something happened, and it was serious, not one-two day sniffles, but it normally took me out for the entire week. The doctor prescribed me the Broncho-vaxxom oral vaccine, I took 3 doses, the last one in December, it did absolutely nothing.
Now since February 20,something happens all the time. There was even a time when I was sick on March 10-12, then seemingly a few days were ok, and on the 17th I was sick again, and it was for probably 8 days. During those periods when I'm not sick I often have fierce headaches, for which no ibuprofen etc. helps, it just has to pass on its own. The pain is concentrated mostly in the back of the head (above the neck), above the eyes, and often the eyes themselves hurt (recently I thought they were going to explode from the pain).
My troubles always start with the throat. The throat hurts, then the muscles, the head. Fever rarely occurs, the highest fever I had was 37.5 C. Mostly this worse condition starts when I get winded or drink a cold soda. Once I got infected from my therapist at group therapy.
Since I was a kid I've been eating a lot of garlic, onions, drinking lemon teas. I take magnesium, D3, rutoside, strong vitamins B, recently a probiotic (I also took that before). I don't eat healthy, but not tragically either: I eat vegetables and fruits, nuts, chia seeds, etc. I have never had COVID. My last family doctor suggested that I might be iron deficient, nothing like that came up in blood tests. My blood tests are always good, only my cholesterol is elevated.
On Friday I went to the ENT specialist, he said he sees nothing except that I have dry mucous membranes - drink more fluids, use a humidifier in the room, etc. After the appointment, I drank one small can of soda, not even from the refrigerator, and so it began.... A few hours later a sore throat, headache, muscle pain, lying under a blanket.
Today is Monday, and all night and half of Sunday again this nightmarish headache above the neck. My throat hurts despite the fact that I made a mouthwash of chamomile and sage, the humidifier also ran half a day yesterday. I have taken several paracetamol since Friday, it helps for a while, and then the pain comes back with double the force.
I want to go see an immunologist but cant get an appointment

Hi all, i’m new here because i am actually getting desperate, and no amount of primary care providers, sleep meds, or google searches are helping. i think i have some kind of sleep disorder, but i need some help. i am also hoping to find people who deal with the same issues as me, because it’s starting to get really bad - and nobody understands the extent.
Important info - i am diagnosed with anxiety & bipolar 1. currently unmedicated.
I want to start off by saying that ever since i was younger ive always been someone who gets tired, and will pass out very early in the night. sometimes as early as 7pm. i have always woken up extremely early, or in the middle of the night. i thought this was to be expected because i fell asleep so early, but recently there has been a pattern developing.
Since covid, i have noticed my sleeping patterns turn into intervals of 4-6. my body literally will not stay asleep longer than that, and if i do wake up - i am wide awake and my heart is beating extremely fast. I have also noticed almost every time i wake up i am disheveled. Sheets everywhere, blankets on the ground, pillows scattered, on the opposite side of my bed, etc.
so - I decided to set up a camera to watch myself during the night. i bawled my eyes out when i watched the footage. almost every 30 min i jolt out of my sleep and either move my arms, turn my entire head, or scratch some part of my body. it is horrific to watch. i have spoken with so many doctors and my therapist and my psychiatrist and i have tried so many different sleep meds. i am getting exhausted. i am 22 years old and i feel as if i am 30. not to mention, because of all this movement during my sleep my neck is always extremely stiff and sore.
does anyone else experience these symptoms TOGETHER? i have yet to get any kind of info on the specific condition i may or may not have. my psychiatrist said i could possibly be struggling with adhd but i am unmedicated by choice due to a bad experience with antidepressants and mood stabilizers.
i need help. i am hoping this reaches someone who can either help me or relate. god bless

Hi, I have been wondering if I could have Fibromyalgia for a while now. I am f/41 and live in Germany.
About 10 years ago I catched influenca twice in one season. Recovery took several months. I developed pain in my fingers/hands shortly afterwards. Did get tested for rheuma, arthritis, got a CT- tests negative, nothing unusual on the CT. The pain was not that bad, if I was busy I usually did not notice it. It was worse with cold. I had migraines very often, which was new. Fast forward a couple of years, I started a new caree vocational training, separated and later divorced my husband. I was under a LOT of stress and developed a severe sleeping disorder. What was diagnosed as severe depression turned out to be very low vitamin D. I fixed that. When the training was over, I got a job, the divorce was finalized, sleep improved, but I could not focus at work. Brainfog. Then the pandemic started, which was stressfull for me as I was lonely. Got into a very happy relationship in 2021. Catched covid in fall 2021. Was sick for 3 weeks. Pain in my hands and fingers got worse, pain spread to elbows, later knees. Very exhausted all the time. Post ecertional malaise suspected. Sleep worsened. Pain is now very noticeable all the time, feels like the pain you get in your limbs when you have a bad case of the flu plus sore muscles. Pain is not in the joints but around them, radiating through the muscles and ligaments etc. The exhaustion, fatigue and PEM got better after booster shots for covid. Got diagnosed with hypermobility (not hEDS). Got diagnosed with reflux and a hiatus hernia and will have surgery soon. Got diagnosed with restless legs syndrome. Got diagnosed with ADHD, inattentive type. The meds help very much with focus and memory. The pain is still there and got gradually worse. New tests, still negative for everything. Painkillers do nothing. Pregabaline did help with pain and sleep but the doctor took me off it, apparently doctors in Germany are very concerned about it being potentially addictive? Duloxetine does very little on its own. Just gives me 2 hours without pain in my hands in the afternoon. Levodopa helped with the restless legs for a while but makes it worse now. Got diagnosed with overactive bladder. My new GP prescriped bisoprolol to get my heart rate down. Blood pressure has always been fine. I sweat A LOT from my face and neck when there is absolutely no objective reason to sweat at all. I have to wipe the sweat away. I've always sweated more than average from puberty on but now it is just ridiculous and embarassing. I am still easily exhausted, after work I can do maybe 1 small chore at home. My boyfriend does not live with me but does most of the grocery shopping. The pain is constant, sometimes it gets worse. It hurts more with cold ( even an open window/ air current that hits my elbow makes the pain worse), and the hypermobile joints are not helping either. Some positions of the joints, pressure, tensed up muscles, cold make the pain worse. The muscles in my calves hurt, too. I get a burning sensation on my skin especially when it is warm outside, tingling and numbness on the right side (arm/foot/leg). The restless legs is worse on the right too. Frequent tension headaches and migraines, TMD, need a night guard to sleep. Vagal stimulation (got a nurosym) seems to help with sleep and a bit with the pain, too. My BMI is 37 but I had these problems also when it was 29. I think this could be hypermobility syndrome together with fibromyalgia. Do you agree? I will talk with my GP about this but maybe you have helpful input. The diagnose seems to be stigmatizing in Germany but without it getting treatment will be impossible.

Basically my running has always come alone with stress fractures- femoral neck (FNSF) two on the left and one on the right, as well as a really weird epicondyle knee fracture. All that to say I know when something is worth being seen for. This feels serious and I am starting to make all the necessary appointments to hopefully first include MRI.
Now that that’s out of the way, has anyone experienced a similar set of issues? I started my marathon training really in November and finished in February. I did notice my pubic bone and the surrounding area would get very sore on long runs but the pain would go away in days. Lately I’ve been feeling a harsh pinch/pull at the top of my hamstring like where it connects to my femoral neck again I’m wondering if it’s related (probably) and if so, how. This felt like a pull at first but it’s not getting better, it hurts to move it in many directions. Anyone had an experience like this before?
Would love any idea of things to ask about and look for since of course it just had to bring my pubic bone and consequent lady parts into it this time. Thank you!

Waiting a while to see a cardiologist... still a couple weeks out.
I have been having heart palpitations, and when they are more frequent, I feel like I constantly have to burp. Stomach feels fine, but i'm still burping a lot. It is sometimes triggered by doing a lot of excersize (ie, bouldering for a few hours).
Palpitations picked up quite a bit two weeks ago when I did a very strange bouldering move that resulted in a sharp pain down the side of my neck. I thought I pulled a muscle and that it would be sore for a while, but the pain went away after 15-30 minutes. That night I had an episode of quite a few palpitations with the weird feeling of always having to burp. Looking at a diagram of the neck, the pain could definitely have come from the Vagus nerve.
Has anyone had symptoms similar to this? Does it seem like a possibility? Thank you!
I was also working out a lot 5-6 days per week (rock climbing 3-6 hours per day) for about a month leading up to this, so my very first thought was that my electrolytes were severely depleted or that I really over-exercised.

I had reiki (big breakthrough cried for the first time) on Tuesday and cranial sacral therapy on Wednesday, also a huge breakthrough. Thursday I woke up nauseous and dizzy. It lasted all day. Friday I had a sore throat, head pain, and neck pain. I couldn’t sleep bc laying on my side my neck hurt, and then the side I was laying on my head hurt too. I also felt super drained and tired. It’s now Monday and my cranial person did a check up and figured it might be neck related but my head seems fine. I’m resting and drinking liquids, anything else I could do? Take some medicine? I’m guessing more energy work is a no-no?

I had reiki (big breakthrough cried for the first time) on Tuesday and cranial sacral therapy on Wednesday, also a huge breakthrough. Thursday I woke up nauseous and dizzy. It lasted all day. Friday I had a sore throat, head pain, and neck pain. I couldn’t sleep bc laying on my side my neck hurt, and then the side I was laying on my head hurt too. I also felt super drained and tired. It’s now Monday and my cranial person did a check up and figured it might be neck related but my head seems fine. I’m resting and drinking liquids, anything else I could do? Take some medicine? And is this a healing crisis?

Just wanted to break down some lines in the song because a LOT of stuff is flying over peoples heads and drake fans arn't smart enough to understand alot of what he is saying, so they cant even articulate their response, whilst kendrick fans are insufferable morons that plug their ears and say lalalallala
"the ones you getting your stories from, they all clowns" "we plotted for a week then fed you the information"
I don't know why i have to even explain this, its painful how illiterate the world has gotten. He is calling the person who fed kendrick the info a clown, as in the person THEY fed the info to. HE is a clown who believed them and is now feeding it to kendrick. He clowned them.
(PS i dont believe drake did feed the info, he jumped too fast into IG defensively to disprove it)
"Instead of being on some diss-direct shit you rather fucking grab your pen and misdirect shit My mom came over today and I was like, "Mother, I—, mother, I—, mother—" Ah, wait a second, that's that one record where you say you got molested"
Drizzy is obviously aware that mother I sober isnt about kendrick getting molested. Its the trauma kendrick got from repeatedly having to deny he was molested and second guessing himself. Drake prefaces the line saying, youd rather misdirect shit, then does the exact same thing deliberately by claiming kendrick was molested. He's poking fun at kendricks trauma of always having to deny he was molested. It's like - okay you want to misdirect shit, allow me to as well and poke your sore spot and have you deny you were molested again.
"Like if Dave really fucked your girl and got her pregnant, talk about breedin' resentment"
Just a smart bar wanted to throw it in here
"Stop buyin' views and bot comments, you may as well keep the paper Shit you 'bout to need for later"
There is undeniable proof kendrick has been purchasing bots and comments as part of a social media campaign on twitter but what I find interesting is this bar about keeping the paper because its shit hes gon need for later. It sounds like a threat of some sort and a warning kendrick is going to need to save his bread for something imminent.
"If you still bumping R. Kelly, you could thank the Savior Said if they deleted his music then your music is going too, a hypocrite"
Kendrick and his team blatantly said that if spotify pulls r kellys music, kendricks music is going as well. He's pointing out the hypocrisy. Tupac, Kodak, R kelly are all convicted rapist. All 3 of them kendrick has aligned himself with. Convicted as seen through the eyes of lady justice. Not whooplah, not word of mouth, not allegedly. They raped women and did time for it and kendrick has aligned himself with these men fully.
"Just let me know when we're gettin' to the facts Everything in my shit is facts"
If you can't see that kendrick has taken an approach of throwing as many nasty bullshit allegations as he possibly can, one outdoing the other, in break neck speeds to avoid anyone questioning the validity of his claims, then you arnt looking at this unbiasly. I'm a drake fan first but i still give kendrick his roses, but the nonsense around the fanbases is hurting.

So I just started these things but I want to improve as fast as I can. Anymore advice on how to get better or opinions are welcomed.

1. Intermediate fasting
2. Exercise everyday unless sore
3. Cold showers
4. Reading everyday
5. Sleeping on the floor to strengthen my neck and back

What I want to do soon: 1. See a hairstylist about my dandruff 2. Chew gum for mewing 3. Zero drop/toed shoes for natural posture and better running abilities 4. Meditating an hour a day to the same songs
I wanted to go minimalist but my bf told me he thinks we're not at that point yet. I have a lot of clothes. I used to be on carnivore and vegan but I live in a facility that provides food and I got no choice what they serve.

41F nonsmoker, medical cannabis user (no flame)
I have had chronic pain for years that's only been resolved briefly by a month of steroids, or a month on meloxicam with PT.
I've dealt with TMJ dysfunction after an auto accident age 20, which also broke my femur and it has a rod and nails to this day. By 25 it was no longer mouth guards and muscle relaxers, and I was getting injections in the base of my skull, along my neck, and in my upper back out towards my shoulders. I was told it was saline, and the records are lost. I considered this a drawback of my prior occupation in a call center.
Age 35 my nails were drying out, splitting vertically, and my eyes were beginning to stay irritable. I topped out at 214 pounds and I'm 62 inches tall. I had been taking Saphris and Welbutrin for five years and aside from being sore and exhausted all the time, my lower neck had been consistently tight and burning enough for me to look into CBD. I also switched to Fetzima from Welbutrin, and the muscle cramps were comical.
In 2018 I decided to stop Saphris and use this body. My left hip was always restricted after the auto accident. I didn't understand why and no one suggested additional tests or MRI, or more aggressive PT.
2019 was a big year for me when I took a job on retail, after I hadn't worked for a few years. I had headaches all the time from my eyes and the light, which hadn't been a thing. I had more than 1 migraine per quarter, which was my baseline.
Under the stress of the pandemic I pushed myself. I got my symmetry, ROM, flexibility, balance, and strength back. It was rad, until it wasn't.
I was sweating out my headbands up to twice per shift, drinking 6 bottles of water every day at work. My face was always red. Cold tolerance lowered. My lower back felt awful. I went to see the orthopedic for guidance on do more, do less, do different? 2020 fall I have mild OA of SI joints. 15mg meloxicam and 1 month PT had not only made my back feel really good, but everything else as well that's been sore and irritable for years. We agreed to move to rheumatology.
2021 april: Hypermobility and anti-SSB. My ANA is not clinically positive and has a specked pattern. Long term tolerance to meloxicam is untenable. 18 months on hydroxychloriquine no conclusive relief.
I have had a colonoscopy and endoscopy but I'm not clear on 2020 or 21. Constipation, painful and nauseating, passing a concerning amount of mucus, revealed a 10mm single polyp that was benign. No signs of crohns and otherwise unremarkable aside from "senna abuse" and I quit that stuff the next year. The endoscopy was unremarkable, although I had already known that without prilosec for an unknown period of time that either I will be vomiting or at the very least need to vomit to relieve that episode. Baking soda water worked in my 20s and stopped working by my 30s.
2023 I had been through requested reduced hours, reduced duties, and no social life because once I got home and stopped moving it's like a timer that I had 40 minutes before I could barely move. Days off seemed to be more about recovery than catching up. I would find myself unable to stay awake in the middle of the day and the naps are always 4 ½ hours. I called out for those flares but they just kept happening. I felt like I was on fire every time my temp lowered to 97°. To be fair to my coworkers and myself, I quit that job. I tried to work regular hours at a different place that didn't have a 40 lb all day requirement, and within 3 weeks I was done. I couldn't think. I couldn't drive because of my head being so fuzzy. I didn't have access to water all shift and maybe it had something to do with it, but I quit.
The next month I started doing Rick Simpson Oil. It felt like I cleared the junk out of my head finally from all my medications. Now I've been thinking more, taking notes, and seeing how deep this goes. I've lowered so much of my stress with therapy and become more creative, and while all that has helped I am still sick.
December 23 my LDL was 195 and I was put on 10 mg rosuvastatin. I will say I know what happened there. I doubled down on foods I knew I could eat once I confirmed adult onset allergies. Sunflower seeds and undercooked/uncooked eggs are a no go. I also have an allergy to chlorhexadine.
I have tender points in so many places like near the elbows, shoulders, around my head, my neck is awful. My legs have them around the knees, thighs, hips, top and sides of my butt, face in front of the ears.
This year I screwed up my left shoulder with a labral tear. Physical therapy was fixing it, until it wasn't. Everything seemed well with strength and motion but then intense pain down my arm that was hurting my elbow as well. Mri showed biceps tendonotis, and I got a cortisone shot. Life was good. My neck felt better and the two recurrent knots in my left shoulder blade were much looser. Back to physical therapy, and after 1 week it's going to hell again. I have other tendons down that arm feeling like bruises from a car wreck but they are no larger than a thumbprint and no one can see them.
I've left my legs alone before they are too tender. I tried the theragun on them tonight and remembered why I don't. I asked who the pain specialists were in the practice, and now I'm here.
Current medications Lamictal, effexor, adderall D3 5000ui, chelated potassium, garden of life probiotics for colon health and their raw one women vitamin Zyrtec, prilosec twice daily (laryngeal reflux) 10 mg Crestor. As needed 350 mg soma, tessalon 100mg, cannabis Flonase, Astepro (laryngeal reflux) to keep my voice Restasis hurts my eyes for the entire day, not just application, and was discontinued after 5 weeks. My glands aren't dead and we're going to treat them manually at the next visit.
Continued concerns are my toes. I get chilblains in the winter while constantly wearing bombas slippers. The outer edge of my toes next to the pinky randomly numb out and are very uncomfortable. My big toe goes numb halfway down the nail bed randomly. Days where I cannot control my body temperature, I stay under the covers shivering until I pass out as soon as I'm warm... Then it's usually the 4 ½ hour snooze. My limbs are always affected. I have had a shawl in bed the last few years for the on then off with the cold shoulders.
I get zaps through my knuckles when trying to massage my arms with glides. I use Epiderm for a barrier on my face. It's been known to feel on fire and get a rash from my own sweat or tears. I will have some small degree of rash or tiny pinpoint hives here and there throughout the day on my hands unless I diligently moisturize. My cuticles recede the same without care. Wounds heal more slowly because everything seems to itch and I accidentally forget about them and catch them in a scratch. Coconut oil to the groin or the itching starts. Coconut oil in my ear canals as well.
Exclusionary Cardiovascular okay. Treadmill stress good. Echo good. Ekg good. Cholesterol within normal levels. 25 pound weight loss in 4 months and complete cbc okay from march '24.
If I'm missing anything pertinent lmk. 175 pounds. No oral contraceptive. Regular mentrual cycle. Bursitis 2x left jip. I started screaming after I woke up to either bursitis or tendonitis at the right hip last week, and the follow up from the mri last week will be Wednesday. Xray unremarkable.
Cervical unremarkable, slight bulge and osteophites. Thorasic unremarkable slight curvature and osteophites. Lumbar as presented earlier in post. All have recommended MRI/specialist.
This issue doesn't track for celebrex or tramadol, but the screaming incidents response to tramadol.

I've had a sinus infection for two months now. CT shows that it spread from just my right maxillary sinus to both maxillary, both frontal, and both ethmoid sinuses within a week. I'm on my fourth course of antibiotics now (did ciprofloxacin, doxycycline, levofloxacin, and now clindamycin), and none of them have helped. I'm a pharmacy tech and starting to feel like the poster child for antibiotic resistance lol.
I've got an ENT referral in two weeks, but I'm miserable. Constantly running a low grade fever, and my head feels like it's going to pop like a balloon. I can literally feel the mucus moving in my sinuses when I tilt my head down.
I've tried everything. Saline rinses, hot showers, steam, sudafed, flonase, even vick's vaporub, and nothing has given me any relief.
I actually ended up in the ER yesterday because my doctor was worried the infection had spread and caused meningitis. Chills, neck soreness, sharp stabbing headache. Weirdest thing for me though was that I had been awake for almost 48 hours straight. Since this infection started, I've been sleeping like crazy because I'm just so tired all the time. This time though, I could not sleep no matter how hard I tried. I was actually jittery and practically bouncing up and down even while sitting. The sleep deprivation was making me slur my speech and have mental status/personality changes. I did not feel like myself AT ALL, and it was terrifying. I've never experienced anything like that before and hope I never do again.
Not meningitis thankfully, and after some Ambien I slept for 19 hours straight and am mostly okay now. The clindamycin seems to have taken down some of the inflammation in my ears (hallelujah) but I'm still so uncomfortable. I had to go through finals week with this and am now working full time, and I'm just so exhausted.
I just needed a place to vent. People seem to think I'm being a wimp because "it's just a sinus infection" but I feel so sick. I've had pneumonia, severe food poisoning, and Lyme disease before, and I'm not kidding when I say I'd rather have ALL THREE AT ONCE instead of this. Those at least got better when they were treated. This just keeps getting worse.
I'm only 20, and this is my very first sinus infection. What are the odds? It's honestly laughable.
I think I understand now why people used to drill holes in their skulls for headaches. Not that I would, but there's so much pressure in my head. What used to seem so crazy to me is a little more understandable now.

Previous case.
What should have been a normal bug infestation turned into one of the most bizarre atypical cases I'd ever seen.
(If you're not familiar with what Orion Pest Control's services are, it may help to start here.)
The client called with complaints of encountering centipedes frequently in his home. While a lot of people find centipedes creepy, they're generally harmless. First thing we had to do was an inspection. Find out how the centipedes were getting in. See if there is something such as a water leak that could be causing excessive moisture in the client's home. Centipedes love dark, damp places, which is why you'll often find them in basements, shower drains, and crawlspaces. Once we had a chance to scope out the situation, we could develop a treatment plan from there.
Armed with insecticides, Reyna and I arrived to combat the invasion. The first thing I noticed when the client answered the door was that he looked sickly. He apologized, saying that he had food poisoning, so he was going to keep his distance from us.
“Where have you been finding the centipedes the most?” I questioned.
“Bedroom.” He said as he weakly settled down onto the couch. “That's why I'm camped out here. Those things freak me out.”
“How about the basement? Bathrooms?”
He shook his head. I thought that the location of the infestation was somewhat unusual, but otherwise I didn't think much of it.
We inspected the bedroom, starting under the bed. Sure enough, I found two common house centipedes squirming under a pile of old yearbooks. They got a lovely dose of insecticide. During the inspection, I noticed the windows didn’t have the best seal. That was probably how they were getting in.
The client began to cough from the other room, which turned into wretching.
That doesn't sound good. When I approached him to see if he was alright, he doubled over his garbage can. Instead of vomit, the long, leggy body of a centipede wriggled out of his mouth. He suddenly clutched his nose, wailing as he pulled another squirming bug from his right nostril. It took all of my willpower not to flinch at the sight.
The centipedes weren't coming from outside, after all.
As I rushed to his side, Reyna told me then that she knew what this was. Good. That was why we hired her. I told her to get whatever she needed while I watched over the client.
Before she hurried off with the company truck, she paused to say, “If you can, look for a white centipede. Trap it, but don't kill it.”
Naturally, the client was inconsolable. I think anyone would be, in his situation.
“Why is this happening to me?” He whimpered.
I tried to be comforting, “My coworker is knowledgeable when it comes to human infestations, so once she comes back, we'll take care of it, alright?”
“I'll try anything! I can…” The client shuddered, his hands clutching at his gut. “I can feel them crawling in my stomach! Their legs-”
I rubbed his back as he bent over the garbage can again. Jesus. I hoped that Reyna could help him, and soon.
Once he was done, he trembled as he watched the centipedes writhe at the bottom of his trash can. I asked him if he’d be okay if I left him for a second. He nodded. While he sobbed on the couch, I doused the bugs that he’d thrown up with a hefty dose of insecticide, then the hunt for the white centipede was on. At first, I tried not to tear the bedroom apart too much, but then I figured that the client would rather have to do some cleaning than have more bugs crawling around his insides.
It wasn't under the bed. Or under the dresser. The closet? Three regular, brown centipedes scurried away as I swung the door open. I stomped on one, but lost track of the other. I'd get it later. I moved some boxes of old comics that he had on the floor around. Not there. Possibly somewhere else in the house.
I went to the kitchen next. Nothing under the counters besides some sizable dust bunnies.
While I was there, the client asked for a glass of water, telling me that he had cups in the cabinet by the sink. That's where I found the white centipede.
It reared up on its hind legs, staring at me as its long body swayed from side to side. Something stringy was tied around one of its segments in a small bow. Hair? I quickly seized a glass and placed it over the white centipede to trap it. It kept looking at me. When I glanced between the client and the hair wrapped around the white centipede, I saw that the color and texture of the hair matched his.
Reyna burst through the door with a plastic bag on her arm. I don't know what I expected her to pull out, but it wasn't fruit and extra virgin olive oil. I didn't recognize the fruit, even after she started hurriedly chopping it; it looked like some sort of cross between a lime and an orange.
Seeing my expression, she muttered, “I know this probably looks ridiculous, but just… trust me, okay?”
I nodded slowly. I then informed her that I'd caught the white centipede.
She seemed relieved. “Okay, perfect. Can you put some of this oil on the stove for me on like… medium heat?”
Despite my confusion, I did as she asked. After she was done cutting, she slid the slices of mystery fruit into the oiled pan with a loud sizzle. What was interesting was that during this process, the white centipede had become frantic in its glass prison. It ran in circles, its legs clinking against the cup, desperate for an escape.
After the fruit-oil mixture became a jelly-like goop, Reyna poured most of it into a mug, announcing that once it cooled off, it would be ready.
When presented with the mixture, the client drank it without question. I think he was so desperate for some sort of relief that he'd truly meant it when he'd said that he was willing to try anything.
As he sipped at it, Reyna motioned for me to follow her back into the kitchen.
“Next, we need to submerge the centipede.” She explained. “That'll redirect the curse onto the person that originally cast it.”
“Alright, sounds good.” I replied, using a plate to keep the white centipede trapped within its glass prison as I picked it up. “You've seen this before, I take it?”
She nodded. “Yeah, but normally, it's beetles instead of centipedes. The calamansi mixture I gave him will keep the nasty little shits from eating our client from the inside out.”
I swear, the white centipede screamed as we poured the calamansi stuff over it. Centipedes aren't normally capable of vocalizing. It twitched as its legs got stuck in the goopy fruit mixture. Its struggles eventually died down, becoming slower and slower until the white centipede finally went still.
After confirming that the white centipede was dead, we checked on the client. He looked relieved to report that he couldn't feel anything squirming in his stomach anymore.
Reyna gently informed the client that the curse was brought about by jealousy. There was someone out there that envied him enough to want him dead, and in a gruesome manner, at that. If we had gotten to him a day later, the centipedes would've tunneled their way out of his body from every orifice. Lovely, right?
“The calamansi mixture acts as a ‘return to sender.’” She explained. “The person who did this to you will experience everything that you just went through until they put a stop to the curse. In the meantime, be careful. I'll return later with a charm that should help protect you.”
While Victor and I are well-versed in infestations affecting homes and business, we still have a lot to learn about atypical parasites such as the one that this client dealt with. That's where Reyna comes in. I'm not entirely sure what the best word to describe her title is, since she resents the term ‘spiritual healer' and others like it due to their associations with quack medicine.
In summary, at Orion, we’ve all been learning from each other.
Speaking of Victor, on the drive back to the office, Reyna and I discussed the changes we'd noticed in him. Neither of us have seen him eat anything since he showed up looking like hell.
“My vote's still for vampire.” She said. “Just a different flavor of vampire than the ones my lola told me about to scare me into going to bed on time. Jokes on her though: her stories made me afraid of the dark, so I didn't sleep anyway!”
I wasn't convinced. Victor had witnessed me managing to cut myself with a tape dispenser the other day and had no reaction to the blood beyond cracking wise at me.
He was in his office when we returned, looking like he wanted to strangle whoever he was on the phone with. That wasn't uncommon. The boss isn't the best with people, which is why I end up handling most of the customer service duties.
After Victor hung up, he informed us that it was the department of wildlife. I guess the worms were going around the local deer population, so they wanted us to keep an eye out and let them know if we notice any other species of animals showing symptoms. That made my stomach drop. That was the absolute last thing I wanted to hear.
After that wonderful news, Reyna went to take her lunch break, leaving Victor and I alone.
Before speaking, he gave me a pointed stare, “Listen. Nessa, I get you're concerned about me, but you need to back off.”
That took me aback, but before I could respond, he continued, “I don't want to see you following me anywhere, alright? Just stick to doing your job.”
Following him? Oh. Oh.
“I understand.” I muttered.
There had to be a reason why he couldn't talk to me outright. Something was up. His message was clear: he wanted me to follow him, but make sure that I wasn't seen, even by him.
After the office closed, I left first, pulling my car behind a dilapidated barn spray painted with ‘JESUS SAVES! REPENT!’ It was just down the road from where he lived, close enough to his apartment that I could see him pull in, but far enough away that my little G6 wouldn't be noticeable. Sure enough, fifteen minutes later, his battered truck passed by.
I couldn't help but feel creepy, like I was doing something wrong. I was stalking him, after all. But was it really stalking if the person asked you to do it? For about twenty minutes after he went inside, nothing happened. I wasn't entirely sure what I was supposed to be looking for. Maybe I'd already missed something important.
His front door opened. Victor exited, circling around to enter the forest surrounding his apartment.
Quickly, I drove over, abandoned my car in visitor's parking, and followed him past the treeline, hoping that I didn't lose him. I made sure to bring my toolbelt with me. Like hell was I going into this unprepared.
Unfortunately, I had arrived somewhat late. He wasn't in sight. Shit. Hold on. I examined the forest floor, finding fresh boot prints in the dirt, damp from the rain earlier that day. I followed them deeper into the woods, doing my best to stay silent as I avoided fallen branches as best as I could.
As I went deeper and deeper into the woods, I heard whispering. It was incredibly faint, almost imperceptible. It would have been easy to dismiss as nothing more than the rustling of leaves. I was pretty sure that it wasn't Victor's voice. I looked around, trying to find the source of it, but from what I could see, I was alone.
Cautiously, I continued following Victor's boot prints, hand poised over my container of salt. I knew better than to brush something like that off as my imagination or ‘just the wind.’
The whispers suddenly became more urgent, louder, yet I still couldn't make out what they were saying. It might've been a man's voice. They were coming from the right, veering away from the boss’ tracks.
When I tried to focus on what was being said, I suddenly found myself off of the path. How did I get here? I glanced around, seeing my own footprints behind me. I didn't remember walking this way.
Something out there was messing with my head.
I got my bearings and went back the way I came. The whispers were at my back. Stomach in a knot, I ignored them. I found Victor's trail again.
The whispers were suddenly close. Very close, as if the speaker was right next to me. It took most of my concentration to shut out what they were saying. I clenched my jaw, trying to give myself something else to focus on. It was becoming harder and harder to follow Victor, but I couldn't let myself get led astray again. I didn't want to know where the whispers would take me if I focused on them for too long.
There was a clearing up ahead. The whispers were aggressive, now, my right ear ringing. My mind felt fuzzy, as if filled with TV static. But I still didn't listen to them, using every once of will left to reach the clearing. I even went so far as to plug my ears with my fingers.
All at once, the whispering stopped.
I glanced around the clearing, too afraid to uncover my ears. One of the trees caught my eye. Warily, I got closer. Encased within the bark was a human skull. The trunk had grown around the cranium so that the gaping mouth and eye sockets were the only things visible.
Another tree nearby. The roots twisted around a set of rib bones. The trunk was smaller than the one next to it, as the tree was younger. It grew from the broken jaws of another person’s skull. I also couldn't help but notice that the bones weren't as eroded as the ones I found stuck in the other tree.
I'm not supposed to be here.
A voice made me jump, “What brings you out here, stranger?”
I whirled around, seeing that the mechanic lounged in a folding chair, gently strumming a banjo. The face of the instrument was adorned with black dragonflies flitting about, the wooden neck accented with swirls of gold. I'd bet money that it was hand painted. He looked as if he'd been there for hours, but he definitely was not there before.
My heart raced as the phone call with that kid from three years ago played on a loop in my mind. The blood soaked petals of the hawthorn tree.
I swallowed nervously, trying to keep a tremble from my voice, making sure to avoid his eyes, “I'm looking for someone.”
The mechanic smiled, “Fancy that! I'm lookin’ for someone, too.”
“I'm following a trail. I don't want it to go cold, so if you please would excuse me-”
He cheerily ignored me, “You wouldn't happen to be lookin’ for ol’ blue eyes, wouldya?”
Fuck. What did the mechanic want with Victor?
Something crucial that yinz need to know if you ever encounter the Neighbors is to never lie to them. They will know it. You can, however, conceal the truth, as long as you're clever about it.
“I'm seeking answers.” I said vaguely.
The mechanic continued his soft tune as he gave me a mysterious look, “You think following that trail will get you to him? It ends right in front of you.”
My heart sank as I saw that he was right.
The mechanic then said, “You wanna find him, you're gonna need some help.”
Another thing about the Neighbors is that they take debts seriously. I'd compared them to the Mafia once before, and it's not an exaggeration. An unfulfilled deal with a Neighbor would make cement shoes seem like a peaceful way to go.
I tried to be polite, “I appreciate the offer, but I'm afraid that I must decline.”
The mechanic chuckled, the sound chilling me to the marrow. “Nah, you're getting my help, whether you like it or not. You can either accept it graciously, or… well. Either way, you will be finding him for me. Simple as.”
I swallowed again, mind racing to try to find a way out of this. I couldn't decide which option terrified me more: being indebted to the mechanic or angering him.
I made sure not to meet his gaze as he watched me deliberate. The song he played was different than the one I'd heard over the phone years ago. The tune he played now was calming, like a lullaby.
I regret the answer that I gave him, but at the time, I'd thought it was reasonable. I was stupid. Please learn from my mistakes. “Your offer is gracious and appreciated, but I must respectfully refuse. I'm afraid that the cost-”
The mechanic sighed, sounding frustrated, “Anyone ever tell you it's rude not to look people in the eyes when you speak to ‘em?”
Shit. I fucked up. I fucked up! I backpeddled, “I meant no offense-”
The peaceful melody stopped as he gave the strings of the instrument one quick strum. It felt like someone took a sledgehammer to both of my kneecaps at once. Pitching forward, I gasped for air, unable to cry out. Another strum. My fingers clenched into fists involuntarily. There was a sharp sensation under my fingernails as if they were being pried off. Still, I couldn't find the breath to scream. From the fog of agony, I heard another flick of the banjo's strings. With it, my spine twisted and my vision went dark.
I'd thought that was it. That he'd broken my bones with nothing but a swipe of his fingers and left me for dead. I was wrong.
When my eyes opened, I was still in the forest. The mechanic had stayed in his chair, arms bent behind his head, eyes closed as he basked in the golden glow of the setting sun. He'd propped the banjo against his chair. I now feared that instrument more than any weapon made by man.
My fingernails lied on the ground in front of me, a brown liquid covering them. Blood. Why did my blood look like that? What at first looked like pale, shiny stones turned out to be teeth upon closer examination. Everything looked… strange now. Muted, as if most of the color had drained from the world.
Numbly, I noticed that there was something taking up the bottom of my vision. Long and white, tipped with black. No… no way. I tilted my head, looking down to see white paws instead of hands. I opened my mouth to swear, but all that came out was a high-pitched yelp.
The mechanic opened his eyes, grinning at me as he taunted, “You just had to be stubborn.”
I slowly stood, disoriented over how small I felt. The forest was now entirely too loud. The cacophony of smells overwhelmed me. I tried to speak, but all that came out was a bark.
The mechanic sat up, deceptively boyish grin still in place, “You know, I respect you, puppydog. Know why? All your bones broke as your body remolded itself, your flesh stretched out like fuckin’ silly putty, and all your little teeth and nails got yanked out. But through all that, you didn't scream. Not even once.”
I couldn't do anything but watch him, my whole body shaking from fear and the ache I felt in every cell of my being that came from my forced transformation. It hadn't been bravery that had kept me from crying out.
He leaned forward, clasping his hands together, “So here's the deal: you find ol’ blue eyes for me, and you'll be back on two legs again. But if you take too long, you’ll begin to forget that you were ever human to begin with. You understandin’ me, puppydog?”
The mechanic picked up his instrument again. Frozen, I resisted the urge to flinch as his fingers grazed the strings. My ears were so sensitive now that I could hear every groove of his fingerprints as they softly touched the instrument. Not bothering to look up at me, he said, “You’ve got until tomorrow's sunrise. You might wanna get a wiggle on.”
I wanted to run, fast and far, but I couldn't. It took everything that I had not to devolve into utter panic. I had to find Victor. The mechanic had said he was going to help me, whether I liked it or not. How the hell was turning me into a dog helpful?
Okay. I had to think. Stop being afraid and think. I closed my eyes, trying not to stare at my snout anymore. I inhaled deeply, the scents of fresh leaves and wet dirt heavy in my nose. And something else.
Opening my eyes, I followed the scent. Victor's bootprints. Why did I smell death on him? The rotting, pungent smell of carrion was faint, but enough that I could follow it.
I padded forward, allowing my nose to guide me. God, I was so small. Or maybe the world just felt so much bigger.
The scent trail lead me past a pond. Even though my mind felt like it was about to break, I was morbidly curious about what I looked like. When I stared at my reflection, a white, floppy-eared pitbull stared back at me. Little black spots like freckles speckled my face. As stupid as it sounds, one of my first thoughts was, ‘At least he didn't turn me into some yappy little ankle biter.’
I shuddered as the dog in the pond and I retreated from each other. When I felt that hopeless feeling creeping up again, I reminded myself that I had plenty of time to find the boss. I would be human again. With another deep breath through my nose, I kept following the smell of decay.
The creaks of branches sounded like the earth shattering. The songs of birds were tinny and sharp, making a whimper rise from my throat. From far off, something’s teeth ground together nauseatingly as it chewed. God, how do dogs not go insane hearing so much all the time?
I tried to simply focus on following the trail. A woodpecker sounded like a jackhammer, making me jump. Every sound put me on edge. It all seemed so close, as if I were surrounded, caged by the trees around me.
Even though the sun went all the way down, I could still navigate through the trees pretty well. The scent was starting to get stronger. I hoped that meant that I was getting closer.
The trail led me to a shed in the middle of a field. From where I stood at the edge of the woods, I could smell blood yet again. It looked like a butcher's shed. Why would Victor be here?
I approached the shed, ears pricked for any indication of what I would find inside. The shed was completely silent. Steeling myself, I stalked towards the entrance, finding that the door was cracked open. I nudged it open, seeing Victor bent over a counter, a partially processed deer in front of him. It looked like chunks had been taken out of its torso. A knife sat near to him and a pair of discarded rubber gloves.
With how good my hearing was, I should've heard his heartbeat. Why didn't I?
He turned his head when the door creaked open. Ordinarily, we were at the same eye level. It felt strange having to look up at him.
It was even stranger to have him coo at me, “Oh, hey there, puppy!”
I didn't realize his voice could go that high. Oh God, that was far too weird. A drawn out whine exited my mouth: it was the only way to express how weirded out I was.
“What's wrong?” The boss asked, crouching down, hand outstretched. “It's okay. I'm nice.”
Great. I'd found him, but how was I going to get him to know who I really was? I tapped my nose against his palm, then circled towards the door, staring at him, willing him to follow me. I whined again, trying to look pathetic. It wasn't hard. I certainly felt it.
The boss rose back up, approaching ne like he was afraid to startle me. I padded out the door, turning back to see if he followed. I may not have been able to speak, but I still knew how to write. I used the claws of my right paw to dig at the dirt, making an ‘H.’ The floor creaked as he left the shed to see what I was doing. I kept pawing at the dirt until I spelled out, ‘HELP.’
His brows furrowed, glancing between me and the message. I whined again, head down, wishing that I could cry. Victor's hand delicately went under my jaw, gently urging me to look up at him. He examined my face intently, searching for something.
He must have found it. His eyes widened as he breathed, “Nessa?”
I whimpered again, trembling as he held my chin. Victor's other hand stroked my head, trying to comfort me.
“What did this?” He asked.
I raised my head, leading him back towards the mechanic's clearing. The journey back felt like an eternity. Victor was silent, his expression grave for the duration of the hike. The smell of blood, meat, and rot lingered with him.
What had he been doing in that shed?
The mechanic had started a fire and acquired a case of beer, at some point. The fucker was roasting a marshmallow when we arrived. It caught on fire.
“People say I'm weird for liking my marshmallows burnt.” He commented before he blew it out. “Not sure why. It's the best way to do it!”
Victor ignored him, “You wanted me, you got me. Now will you please change her back?”
The mechanic twirled the stick between his fingers, the firelight making his smile look sinister, “I'll get to that.”
How much time did I have before sunrise? It was hard to tell with the way my vision had changed. It still looked pretty dark, but that didn't stop me from becoming even more nervous than I already was. What if he just stalled until sunrise, even though I'd done what I was supposed to? Could he do that?
I glanced up at Victor, the terror probably apparent in my eyes. He was smart enough not to push it, though I could tell he wanted to, most likely thinking the same thing as I was.
“Why did you want me?” Victor asked, the tightness in his eyes the only evidence I could see of his growing rage.
The mechanic didn't seem bothered by it, trapping his burnt marshmallow between a pair of graham crackers and a sliver of chocolate. “Do you know who I am, blue eyes?”
“I have my suspicions.” Victor all but growled.
“Then you know very well why I brought you here and what your options are.”
Victor didn't say anything for a moment, looking even more pale in the flickers of the flames in front of him as he watched the mechanic devour his burnt s'more. The boss’ heart still wasn't beating.
I began to wonder how long Victor had been dead. And with that, how long I'd been a complete idiot and not known.
Victor eventually said, “Please, turn my colleague back into a person. I'll make my choice then.”
The mechanic laughed, shaking his head, “You got some nerve, boy!”
I pawed at Victor's leg. I wished I could tell him not to push his luck with the mechanic, like I had.
The mechanic then said, “We’ve had a good working relationship over the years, what with the truck and whatnot. I’m giving you a choice outta the kindness of my heart. Normally, I just take the ones I want without a second thought. But you've been a valued customer over the years. Figure this was the least I could do.”
Victor's icy gaze didn't thaw any, but I could tell that beneath the fury, he was afraid. I didn't know what his choices were, but I'm sure that it was a similar ‘damned if you do, damned if you don't’ deal to what I got.
Victor swallowed before taking a deep breath in. He finally answered, “If I agree, what happens?”
The mechanic took a swig from his beer bottle, then replied “You just keep on managing Orion, same as usual. All that's gonna happen is that you'll have some extra calls from time to time. Calls that only you will answer. You will have no longer than two days to complete each one. And you will not be able to refuse anything assigned to you.”
I had a feeling that the mechanic wasn't referring to some hornet nests. What would a Neighbor consider a pest? With a chill, I came up with the answer myself: us. Humans. They were here before us. We cut down their forests. Poison their water.
For Victor's sake, and for the sakes of nameless others, I hoped that I was wrong. I’d taken lives in Afghanistan and I regret every single one. They still haunt my nightmares to this day, no matter how long it's been since I was discharged. I think they'll always be there.
I caught Victor eyeballing the trees nearby. Another skull leered at us from the truck, the firelight making it look like it was trying to speak.
Seemingly transfixed by the skeleton, Victor eventually let out a shuddering breath before saying, “I’ll do it.”
The mechanic smirked at him, “Good choice, blue eyes.”
When he reached for the banjo, it took everything I had not to cower from it.
The mechanic smiled at me, “Since you did such a good job, I’ll be a bit nicer.”
The melody he played was hypnotic, slow, enchanting. I blinked as my head suddenly felt… cloudy, is the best word I could think of for it. Pleasantly cloudy. And I was tired. So tired. It became harder and harder to keep my eyes open. The grass felt softer than any mattress I'd ever laid upon. I curled up in it, the fresh smell of it relaxing me even further as I let my eyes drift closed.
Then I woke up in my bed, groggy. Why was I awake? I wanted to keep sleeping. I reached up to rub my eyes. A hand. I was me again. I was sore all over, as if I'd done a hundred crunches on hardwood floor. As embarrassing as it is to admit, I bawled like a fucking baby.
I'm taking the next few days off to recover. The boss was the one to suggest it. I need it. He apologized for leading me there. He hadn't anticipated the mechanic finding me. I didn't blame him. It wasn't his fault.
I encourage all of you to learn from my mistakes. If a Neighbor gives you an offer you can't refuse, take the choice that gets you out as unscathed as possible. I got off lightly. Don't mess around with them. Be smart. Be careful.

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