Oh dear god. Oh dear kind god. OUCH. LORD. Last night. I worked out with Jarold and did weights. My arms feel like they're being stabbed by Satan. It hurts. Oh god it hurts. I don't know what the muscle is called on the back of the upper arm, just above elbow, but it feels like I got shot on both of sides. I can't even bend my arms back. Like, if you saw someone dancing to 'Stop, In the Name of Love', you know how they put their hands, palms out, as if they're telling someone to stop. Yeah, I can't do that. I can't even do that. I woke up this morning because I was in stupid stupid pain. No bed adjustments can make you feel better. I couldn't even put on a shirt. That was remarkably impossible. Scratching my nose? Adjusting my glasses? Brushing my teeth? These things I take for granted. Now i'm at work, in miserable pain, wondering how 'working out' makes you feel better. Cause right now, working out feels like HELL. BURNING PAINFUL HELL.
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Friday, January 23, 2009
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