About an hour before the end of my shift today, I realized that I felt tired, without actually being tired. I felt like I hurt all over, without the actual hurting part.
A couple of hours ago, I took a couple of naproxene. The general, overwhelming weariness is gone now... replaced by Actual Aching.
This might just be my chronic arthritis sneaking up on me. It's been chilly and wet for a couple of weeks, now. The fact that the most intense locus of acute pain is in the ball of my left big toe, which is one of the few places that I've had an actual medical diagnosis of arthritis, lends some support to this hypothesis.
On the other claw, it might be the opening volley of yet another bout with the fershlugginer flu.
I'm hoping the former. I've danced enough with Lady Influenza this season. People are starting to talk.
I'm still goin' to see Watchmen tomorrow morning.