I'm a klutz.
If you know me, you're probably spitting soda out of your nose in reaction to the significant understatement of that fact. I have no idea where my body is in space, and I don't see very well. Since I have long arms and legs, I'm constantly running into things.
Growing up, I was constantly covered in bruises along my shins. I was always running into things, usually things that stayed in the same place, like large pieces of furniture. Ones in MY HOME. It's a problem that's gotten better, but I still often stub toes, whack knees, or slam elbows into something.
But on Wednesday, I upped the ante. I slammed my elbow into the side of the bus with a ferociousness that shot pain down into my fingers and chest. And the worst part is that although the bus was moving, I was stationary at the time. I WAS NOT moving when this happened. I was sitting still.
It's my left elbow, and I'd rapped it against a few doors in the week leading up to this injury. It's a little swollen and bruised, but I can move my fingers and everything, so I'm assuming nothing's really wrong with it. Except that it still really hurts. And the muscle or something right above the bony (and now bruised) part tends to spasm on occasion.
Yesterday, I tried to swim. Not too comfortable. Weight lifting? Out of the question. I didn't even get on my bike this weekend, because the squeezing motion involved in breaking isn't too comfortable.
And carrying groceries was out of the question, which is why I ended up in the store Sunday morning with my granny cart. I used the cart to collect all my groceries, and then was unloading it with the cashier when I grabbed the orange juice and gently rapped my left elbow on the counter. I'm going to have to buy elbow pads.
i feel good, i feel great, i feel wonderful...
15 hours ago