For Sale: One latissimus dorsi, right side. Apparently used to the point of exhaustion… and oh, yes: currently in need of work.
Some people are constantly pulling muscles, but I don’t. So that odd sensation Sunday morning while pulling the back door closed just didn’t register as something to be concerned about.
Then the spasms started. And the pain. Holy hell, I couldn’t even breathe without pain. Ice packs, heat, stretches, Advil, nothing really helped all that much. I learned that it’s a big muscle and governs a lot of movements. Who knew?
Yesterday afternoon I got on the treadmill for a couple of miles. Felt pretty good about three quarters of the way in, but after cooling off things were back to hellish. Just have to keep working it.
No real point to this other than bitch. Hey, my dog is stoic, I’m not.
being stoic or sleepy
sorry ’bout that! take care of yourself.
Thanks, I’m fine. Just wanted to moan a bit. I’ve been sooo good about keeping the bitchy at bay some of it seeped out…
Vodka. Lots and lots of vodka.
But seriously, I hope you heal quickly. Ain’t it a bitch to be doing ordinary things and hurt yourself???? This getting old crap is crap.
Actually, wine usually helps; it’s my go-to muscle relaxer… but this time is different for some reason. Maybe I need to switch to vodka!
And yeah, getting old is ridiculous. And not in a good way.
I hate to say this but this is only the beginning. I ache in places that I had to grow special just to have something else to hurt.
The key to knowing you’re old is “what don’t hurt, don’t work.” Still, getting old beats the alternative. I think. Try smearing Ben Gay all over it, but wash your hands REAL good after, in case you forget and wipe your eyes. Hope you feel better soon.
Thanks, Peter! It’s better, but I can still feel it. If you know what I mean. And hanging upside down yesterday was a bad idea.
BUT. I’m still alive.
Rum, we need some Rum
Sounds like the pirate in you talking… but I thought we had some!
