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.
Posts Tagged ‘Pain’
I’ll Let You Know If Anything Changes
August 8, 2017My Curiosity Is Approximately 95% Idle On This
August 7, 2017I wonder how many people would understand what I was talking about if I used the phrase “Hemingway level of pain”?
A Rude Awakening
July 11, 2017My 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!
Ow . . .
March 13, 2017If it’s true that it’s the healing that really hurts, then I have been healing like a boss lately!
The Weird Part Is They USED To Be The Same Thing For Me
December 16, 2016This 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.
Never Thought I’d Quote Rambo . . .Then Today Happened
July 15, 2015Colonel 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.)
If She Needed To Learn That, I’m Glad It Was Him Who Taught Her
June 27, 2014Today 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 . . .
Because It’s Better Than Getting “Eye-Chlamydia”
June 17, 2013Despite 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.)
