I'm injured, I suppose. I woke up in pain, which means I probably got hurt while sleeping. This makes me awesome.
My left shoulder blade hurts. It's painful to breathe in deeply, and I'm pretty sure if I googled it, I'd find that my rib has punctured my lung and I have 12 hours to live.
I may have hurt something while stretching last night, but that's almost sadder. Because I was stretching while standing at the stove making dinner. "Working mothers have it all together," says nobody.
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