Archive for June 18th, 2007

My shoulder is killing me.

I saw the writing on the wall a few years ago.  The clear cut sign that I was getting old.  You know what that was?  Here it is:  When you can’t do a physical acitivity anymore without taking the time to properly stretch.  The results of not stretching being about 3 days of soreness.  Wow.  I remember the days when I could jump up and do just about any activity on a whim and not worry about the consequences the next day.  I miss those days.  Getting old sucks.

So a couple of weeks ago I “tweaked” my shoulder making a throw while playing softball.  It didn’t seem like much at the time since I always seemed to have a sore arm after every game.  Usually after two days, that was the end of it.  No more pain.  But here we are almost exactly two weeks from when I first hurt it and it is still hurting me.  So much so that sleeping has become a problem when I roll over on it.  So I am looking to make a doctor’s appointment today and get it checked out. 

Now, I’m a fairly active guy.  I run.  I play basketball.  I play softball.  I bike.  I think that might add up to doing more than your average 31-year-old.  I do those things because I enjoy them.  Any benefits, like staying in shape, are just bonus for me.  So needless to say, if the shoulder is bad enough that I have to cut out a couple of those activities, I’m going to be miserable.  Especially since I already paid the fee for softball and we were only two games into the season.  Getting old really sucks.

We’ll see what the doc says.  Hopefully I just need to rest it.  By the way, I have friends that have told me to ice it down and to apply some heat to it.  Or vice versa.  Something like that.  Well, that sounded like a lot of work.  So I did the next best thing.  Icy Hot.  Makes sense, right?

-Dave Q.

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Today's Deep Thought

  • My parents used to abandon me a lot as a child. In the morning, they'd take me to my school and then abandon me there, until school got out. Then at night, after they tucked me in bed, they'd abandon me and go to sleep in their own bedroom. Sometimes they'd let me sleep with them in their room, but if I started playing my guitar they'd take me back to my bedroom and abandon me again. Once, they abandoned me for a whole week, at my grandparents' house.