Tuesday, September 6, 2011
I've been feeling a little better.
Then somebody pulled the plug.
It's true. I had a pretty bad summer and I've been dreading the monsoon season. Funnily enough, I began to feel better.
Then the bottom dropped out.
I went to dinner and pressed one of the trigger points near my shoulder. I nearly came up out of my seat. What possessed me to do that, I'll never know. I then proceeded, just in case I didn't catch it the first time, to do it again. I figured I would be in big trouble today.
And I was.
I slept well, which was unusual, but when I got up every muscle, every bone and every joint was screaming in unison. I tried everything I knew to get moving but no go. Screw it, I took the pain medication and headed off to the gym. I am committed to it and I'm going to see it through. They say exercise helps with the pain.
Exercise has not helped the pain. The pain is there no matter what I do. Now, the level of pain is a different story. Today, as I was walking I wanted to cry. Today everything was on overload and today, I had a lot to do.
I bought a barbecue at Costco and it doesn't work so it has to go back. Then I bought a replacement at Walmart and needed a truck to pick it up. That needed to be done. I needed my hair done. All of this on a day that my body was telling me to just go back to bed and put the covers over my head.
I couldn't do it.
So tonight, I'm slithering into a bath and crying because I overdid it.
By a long shot.
No one pulled the plug.
I did it to myself.