A Wish For Arms That Work
Normally, after a workout, I don't get sore for a couple of days. This time was different. I woke up in the middle of the night with my arms on fire. I couldn't straighten out my left arm at all because my biceps hurt so bad. My shoulders? Words cannot describe. Anyway, I managed to roll out of bed and go downstairs to take some Ibuprofen and wrap an ice pack on my left arm. Actually, in retrospect, trying to get the ice pack on would have probably been pretty comical to watch.
In other news, Mary is home sick. She had a fever of 101.9 last night. The bad thing is, she was supposed to take a bus trip with some other students to Washington D.C. later today. I think we've managed to convince her that's not a good idea.
It's now time for me to take more pain killers and somehow try to get some chores done. I predict a large amount of moaning and grimacing is in my future today.
In other news, Mary is home sick. She had a fever of 101.9 last night. The bad thing is, she was supposed to take a bus trip with some other students to Washington D.C. later today. I think we've managed to convince her that's not a good idea.
It's now time for me to take more pain killers and somehow try to get some chores done. I predict a large amount of moaning and grimacing is in my future today.