Won't somebody think of the cowboys?

I am so fucking sore. Since my last entry, I have taken two very hot baths full of epsom salts and nice-smelling bubble bath, and several hundred (let's be honest here - thousand) milligrams of ibuprofin. I have a heating pad on my back and am moving as little as possible (with the exception of stretching my legs as often as I can stand it).

I just don't know how the cowboys survived without these modern(ish) comforts. John has suggested whiskey, which seems quite plausible.