MasileinDE wrote:
okay, who wants to hear about how fucking stupid I am and how it resulted in me not being able to function properly today because pain?
(this is a sob story, if you don't care about me feeling sorry for myself, ignore)
yesterday, I don't even remember how or why, my dad and I were talking about weights. I couldn't even tell you the context, but I think it was not workout. So he goes into the cellar and brings back this weight from a grandfather clock. It's just this plomb cylinder; basically, imagine a big can of monster that weighs 5kg (we weighed it, because that's half of the stupid things we got up to and arguably the least stupid part of it). So I kept waving this cylinder around going how it wasn't actually that heavy, just really unwieldy and such.
Fast forward to me waking up this morning and being in tremendous pain in my left upper arm (I think this is where my bizeps is, I suck at anatomy), really struggling putting weight on my arm and getting up. Me, not thinking much of it, trying to sleep some more. Then, after getting up and being in the bathroom, realising in how much of a bad time I'm going to be as soon as I started to feel this stabbing pain and inability to contract my muscles to lift things. I was crying tears and biting on a towel as to not wake the house with my screaming just trying to get dressed. Gave myself 5 minutes, if I couldn't achieve it in that time, I'd have stayed in my pyjamas. Or well, bathrobe, since undressing went fine.
Couldn't walk the dog because I couldn't take the leash in that hand (walking dog one handed doesn't really work well) and cooking was no fun, because I realised, that while I am right-handed, I do all of the heavy lifting of pans and stuff with my left hand? Not today, today I was weeping whenever I had to do something.
I put some cream on it and seriously hope it gets better by tomorrow, because I cannot take it if this is a more serious injury