Today, I went to the doctor as planned. It was very mildly chilly with a layer of frost on the ground. I wore a warm saddle, scarf, hat, and boots. Purple with white faux fur trim. No breakfast today, I didn't have an apatite when I woke up. On my way to the doctor's office I saw some birds that were running late for heading south for the winter, but... ah their songs did cheer me up as I headed into the Doctors.
I do believe I am rambling... The point is, is that the doctor says I'm good to go out in public again, and not to worry about the other symptoms, they should go away soon.
Rarity took her quill and tapped the feathery tip against her lips a few times in thought. She looked out the window and saw that the sun had set a while ago, but ponies were out and about, confident that since most everypony was vaccinated it was now safe to go out and about.
Normally, Rarity would have opened the doors to her home so everypony could come and shop for new outfits, or at the very least browse her selections before making a custom order. While Rarity for you, and Canterlot Carrousel were open for business, and were doing quite well at the moment, Rarity's own home store remained closed, with a black ribbon on the door.
Rarity looked at the diary and wrote down only a few more words, "I hope that they do," before closing the book and looking back at the clock. She almost did a double take when she saw that it was only Six in the evening, and made an audible groan. "It feels like midnight!"
She looked over the closed boutique and gave off a very deep yawn. "Oh, well that certainly wasn't very lady like," she grumbled to herself before heading up stairs. It didn't take long to grab her night clothes and mask, put her hair in curlers, and snuggle up in bed with the lights off.
Rarity gave off a sigh, and tried to relax. It didn't take long for her to notice that she was developing a cramped feeling in her back, and so she changed positions to lay flat on her back in hopes of fixing it. She was rewarded with a satisfying pop from near her flanks and the weight of sleep rolling across her eyes.
In the darkness of her vision, she saw something, but did not have time for her mind to focus on what when she suddenly found herself sitting up and gasping for breath. She hooked her left rear leg over the edge of the bed and pulled herself so that she had her rear hooves in her fuzzy slippers and her mask was resting around her neck as she stared at the moon outside her window.
She remained still like that for thirty minutes, not moving, not wondering, not even truly aware what she was doing entirely. Flashes of dreams danced across her eyes if she blinked, but were gone as soon as her eyes opened. The moon hung guilt free of any wrong doing as she heard her cat scratch at the bedroom door. Finally, she realized that this wasn't normal, and looked at the clock beside her bed to see that it was now eight at night.
Rarity looked at her bed, and felt an uncomfortable subconscious feeling wash over her. She wasn't sure why, but she felt as though she had just dodged death itself. "Now really," she said out loud, "we are being a touch over dramatic." She gave off a shudder and fell to her hooves. "Maybe I went to bed too early, or I just needed a nap is all." She opened the door and Opalescence quickly made way for the bed and claimed it her own.
Rarity took a little time to change out of her sleepwear before heading down stairs. As she headed down, she gave a deep yawn and stumbled on the last few steps before landing in a rather graceless manner on the ground floor. Rarity let out a deep moan of discomfort as she tried to pick herself up from the floor. "Oh, oh... my. I can't believe I missed that step," she complained aloud.
As she stood up, she felt a sudden ache arch across her lower back, just above her flanks. "Oh sweet Celestia, what was that?" She almost yelled the question at how sudden the pain hit her as she hobbled off to the kitchen to sit down. From there, she took stock of what she was even in there for, the fog of sleepiness still gripping her brain.
If one were to look inside the window, you would have assumed that Rarity had been replaced with a statue for how little she moved. She didn't move for a while, her eyes open but dull as she stared at the cupboard, all the while thinking to herself about what she wanted. Finally, a single syllable passed her lips as animation came back to her body. "Tea."
She got up and winced as pain bolted across her back, and the tell tale sign of a pulled muscle groaned in her back. Using her magic, she set the kettle to boil and grabbed a mug and teabag of herbal tea that was supposed to cause drowsiness. Then, as suddenly as she had started moving, she stopped again to wait for the hot water, once again sitting in the chair.
A few minutes later she'd prepared and drank down a cup of tea, and was working on the second one when she looked at the clock in the kitchen. "Well, for how little I've done, I'm certainly surprised, it's almost eleven!" It was true, somehow between sitting up in bed gasping, and now, almost three hours had passed.
A yawn escaped her lips, and she felt the familiar itch cross her eyes that signaled that it was indeed, time for sleep. She stood up and groaned in pain as the ache in her muscles signaled that something was wrong, and she made a note to go to the spa to try and work that out later as she levitated the dishes to the sink.
Rarity stumbled and hobbled her way back to the stairs and slowly made her way up. With each step she heard a soft clicking coming from somewhere in her body. Not loud enough to hear it audibly, but transferred through her body to her ears so that she knew only she could hear it.
Rarity finally made it back to her room and looked at her sleepwear with bleary eyes. She spent several minutes staring at the robe, mask, and slippers before just falling into bed without them. She lay on her back hoping to ease the pain in her flanks. Soon enough her breath grew labored from the position, and she rolled to one side, then the other.
Her mind stayed blank for hours, and she only rose with the sun several hours later.