And I hope you told him that.

Her. She should definitely know better. On all matters she drives me up a wall because she's such a micro-manager. Her emergency this time was because an electronic database does not have her middle initial in her author profile and she came down to tell me I needed to get them to change it. She's also just ordered me to do something else "today." I just wrote to her that I will try, but it's a busy week and that keeping my door open for all but one hour of the day (so I can pump breast milk) means I will be interrupted by students with homework assignment questions and things might not get done. I did not add, "Bitch", but it was really, really hard not to do so.

I was PUMPING BREAST MILK FOR FUCKS SAKE AND I DO NOT HAVE TO CHECK WITH YOU TO SEE IF IT IS CONVENIENT FOR ME TO DO SO.

What a jackass. I mean, would she prefer to have walked in on you?

Glam, the weirdest and most vivid dreams I ever had in my LIFE were when I was pregnant. Hormones make you dream the wacky.

Any recommendations, or do I just have to wait for it to resolve itself?

Depends how bad it is. I trap nerves a lot, because I'm always subluxing joints. For a nerve in the neck, I force myself to turn my head up and down, left and right until the nerve has realigned itself. This is ridiculously painful, but saves a lot of later pain.

But if it's very bad, you're better off keeping it relatively still until it realigns.

Heck, I'm female and I would feel uncomfortable walking in on someone pumping breast milk. Yes I have 'em and yes I've seen 'em, but unless the pumper whips out the machinery in the middle of the cube farm, I'm going to assume the pumping process is a private moment.

Sparky, if she'll show any bitterness about this, I suggest you'll offer her to pump the milk from you while you'll sort this Very Important Crisis for her.

Jesus, people.

Jeebus, Sparky- she needs a good thwacking with the Clue by Four o'Decency.

And maybe a lesson or twelve in interpersonal relations.

This week is shaping up to need a Smiting Squad.

smonster, I can only add a suggestion for Advil. And an ice pack, if available.

And anything relating to breat feeding deserves, at minimum, discretion.

I am at jury service. Dammit.

Seska, does it "pop" or just slowly return to normal when you put it through a range of motion?

I've taken Aleve. Tried lying down on the floor but that didn't seem to be helping. I could probably locate an ice pack...

Sean, I'm sorry this is ruining your day off. No fair.

If you open this, I will have just cause to sue you, AND you will need to go to confession. Come back later.

This is inspired.

It seems to be the season for inflamed, not-actual crises. Everybody seems to be doing it!

I'm just glad it's her (the ugly professor) nerves and not yours, Sparky, that will cause her to be wear herself out and create a perfect platform for flu/cold/injury as the weather gets colder.

Oh, jeez. Did I say that outloud?