I'm 'SICK' of 'SHOULDER'ING this abuse
Worst........Weekend........Ever! Well, between worst and the weekend I came off of Paxil.
First, lemme go off about Paxil.
The worst fucking drug of all time. It did nothing but make my dick not wanna work. Didn't help depression, didn't work as a steriod to make me HUGE....it was just a pink pill I took so that when I came off of it, I'd think I was going crazy from sweating, dry-heaving, and most any other vile thing you can think of. POO!
Ok, so that was YYYYYeeaarrssss ago, but I'll never forget. Forgive, don't forget. Eh. Fuck forgiving them. Where's MY class-action lawsuit?!
Anyway, this PAST weekend, I had the flu. Not any normal flu like, oh...this sucks...but the kind that kept me out of work. Nothing THAT terrible right? Well, considering I had just booked a flight for over $1000.00 without even touching the grass or stepping foot on it;), AND the fact that I don't get paid if I don't go to work (I was forced to take 2 days off), I'd say it was pretty serious.
I mean, "Who The Hell Gets Sick?!?" is what I kept asking.
"Sick people, bear." was the only response I'd get. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Look, I don't get sick...I don't wanna be sick....I'm not sick! mmmmaaayyyybbeee twice a year, I'll catch a bad cold, but that's about it.
This fucker put me in bed for 4 days. I mean, not get up; if you do, you have 1 minute to return to bed or you'll passout on the floor (a la SIM); take more pills and excrete more urine than thought humanly possible before!; sleep more and longer than you have in month!; type-a-shitty Flu!
Now, I'm lucky enough for it to be outta my head, pretty much outta my nose, but into the throat and lungs.
Yes, the loveliness goes on. To the point where, when I cough in the morning, (for example, this morning) I cut off my air supply and my biceps hurt from the lack of oxygen, due to the phlem build-up from the night past!
Wanna puke or should I go on?
Yea. It's awesome! I think I'm ready for Triathlon season! =) (Sleep, Cough, Sit)
Maybe I should just have a drink. "Drinking will make it better" - loudest upstairs neighbor's (ever), recommendation to me.....at 3am on night two of this flu. Russians......
In other news, I went back to Racquetball last night. Fun shit, that is. (Yes, I can breath as long as I don't laydown for too long)
Been before and always used my left arm because my right shoulder (which has yet to be examined) was injuried, but last night..."Righty" was back. Well, I thought so.
Tried some early-easy warm up shots. Felt ok. Tried some power shots. Still ok. So I asked K to serve.
About mid-first game, I decided that hitting the ball backhanded wasn't the smartest play, given it was putting too much pressure on my shoulder (I think rotator cuff, or just pulled on whatever muscle/tendon/ligament was not fully healed), but kept playing.
End of the first game, I was up 1-0. The crowd went wild. Well, the crowd that is me ;) and we got some necessary H2O.
Second game, still no backhand, I start amping up my game a bit. Just to test out the shoulder.
*WHACK* went the ball, right into the 'kill zone'. But there was something wrong.
My shoulder felt like it was tightening something. Like a wrench was being applied. Turn, turn, turn, turn as the shots kept going.
Finally, I was forced to switch back to the left. I mean, it's no right, but I'm not half-bad at the lefty style.
Anyway, I forfeited (10-3 score) because of the pain in my injuried shoulder.
As we walked off the court, I had a feeling I'd have a consequence applied today. Well.....I do.
Not as terrible as when I first injuried it, over 3 weeks ago, but certainly not the kind that is just a regular "aw. I'm sore but the muscle will heal and I'll be ready again Thrusday" recovery either.
Even with a warm shower, massage and stretching.
We'll see how it goes tommorrow, I guess.....maybe I'll get my car back AGAIN tommorrow too. (It's in because the tailfin was starting to come loose)
SO, not necessarily a fun post, but informative =)
I'll end of an up note: I can now never say I haven't driven a Dodge Magnum. (not too bad for a stationwagon ;)
peace
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For every rotator cuff, turn turn turn, there is a doctor, turn turn turn...
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