I’m happy to say that by this morning the pain that was yesterday for me had mostly subsided like a wasp sting on the following day.
(I’m not just picking that metaphor out of the air by the way. Yesterday a friend of mine had their plans disrupted by an unexpected and surprisingly painful wasp sting, and I was struck by how perfectly that described my day too.)
Despite yesterday’s post, I am genuinely okay. I’m not quite sure what I did to myself (a pulled muscle is the most likely culprit), but it was . . . an experience to be sure, an experience I could definitely do without repeating. It was a profoundly unpleasant 24 hours or so, but I seem to have made it through unscathed.
I wonder how many people would understand what I was talking about if I used the phrase “Hemingway level of pain”?
My thoughts yesterday:
I wonder how effective that Shiatsu massager L’s Mother ordered really is? Guess I’ll have to try it to find out . . .
My thoughts upon awakening this morning:
Holy Shiatsu, that hurts!
If it’s true that it’s the healing that really hurts, then I have been healing like a boss lately!
This week I learned that tension and stress, while related, are actually separate things.
And now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and deal with this headache . . . but at least I’m not stressed about it.
Colonel Trautman: How’s the wound?
Rambo: You taught us to ignore pain, right?
Colonel Trautman: Is it working?
Rambo: Not really.
(I’m not wounded, by the way, just in extreme pain.)
Today I’ve found myself thinking about Tim again. Specifically, I’ve found myself thinking about how much I owe him.
Even more specifically, I’ve found myself thinking about how much I owe him for teaching L’s mother the important lesson that she should not accidentally kick people in the knee . . .
Despite the admonition that one should be prepared for “anything,” let me just say I’m not sure how I could have prepared myself for the taste of my own blood following my lip being torn open by an errant toddler claw.
(“Eye-chlamydia” coming up in conversation was the other thing that happened today that I wasn’t prepared for, and if I get a choice which one happens again, I’m going with the lip wound.)
