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Last night the transformer for our street exploded again, in showers of white, purple and blue sparks. Amazingly, the power was back on by the time we got up. (And it was an early morning.)

A good day for the first part, Chen with Rilla, lunch with poetry_lady and then dinner and hanging out with corivax but not long before I headed off for double wushu the shoulder that had been sore all day (my *left* shoulder, for a change) managed to pull a rib out. Or something. Anyhow, I had muscles fruck out all around my upper back, and it hurt whenever I took a breath. I did the first half of wushu anyway, but sat out most of the jumps and all of the forms.

I hate feeling broken. I don't want to see my chiropractor again. But instead I will call them first thing in the morning and beg them to see me. Sometimes I really despair about this stupid body.

And, of course, I'm supposed to have double wushu tomorrow, too. Oh well. Maybe they'll fix me in time.