Feel the burn
EDIT: It’s not muscle pain; it’s my icky cyst that I didn’t think to mention.
Lately I have been attempting article writing. I used to be able to do it adequately well, but I have noticed that anytime one thought is formed, I’m just going to keep typing and typing and typing about that one thought said readers who chose to read said article are not going to care to read about. I have a difficult time staying on topic, because every little thing forms another topic. It’s frustrating because others claim that “no, that is NOT related,” and I just want to say, “But yes, it is. You just have to look closer and analyze it a little bit…”
Friday night I stretched a little. It felt really nice, and I literally thought nothing of it. I mean, you’re most likely reading this right now thinking, “Oh, stretching? Why are you trying to scare me into thinking something bad happened with you participating in such an innocent activity?” Let’s just say I awoke around eleven thirty Saturday morning with a screeching pain in/on my left side. That stupid pack of stones swished back and forth as I stood and tried to walk it off. I thought it was a cramp – like one of those horrible leg cramps you get from stretching. I did nothing else other than stretch my legs and then pop my back (you know, that twisty stretch thing that feels SO good and pops your back…UGHILOVEIT) on both sides. It felt lovely.
Sunday I couldn’t decide whether I felt better, was still hurting, hungry and/or nauseous. You know it’s bad when all of the feelings start to mush together into one that confuses you even more than you already were. It’s like, really?
My dad brought over some Hydrocodone, and he stopped to get me some antacids (like Pepto chew tablets and these weird CVS brand soft chews – orange and cherry – that oddly remind me of a candy thing I had at some point in my life but I can’t put my finger on it, and I doubt I’ll be able to eat said candy again if I ever come across it). He brought Ruby with him, and it was/is really difficult to resist picking her up a lot and playing with her and holding her. I mean, at her birthday party I picked her up and held her and was in pain the majority of the time… I had to lift her over my shoulders (think of the height/weight/muscles it takes; it’s not literal; just that height) to get her onto the horse for a pony ride… I was in so much pain the entire time, OMG. It was very horrible. My aunt, Becky, was standing nearby when I took a Motrin 800 but I don’t think she noticed (or if she did, then she just didn’t/wasn’t going to say anything) before I picked up Ruby and took her to play in the bounce house (which she didn’t even like; just jumped on my feet because in ONE spot it wasn’t hot).