Remember this picture from a couple days ago?
Remember how I said she crashed right into me at top speed? It was HILARIOUS at the time, seriously funny, we both killed ourselves laughing. I haven’t laughed since. My right shoulder started aching on Monday night, a deep, bone-ache. By this morning it was excruciating, couldn’t move it at all, Ray had to put my shoes on me this morning (after I’d cried for two hours trying to get myself ready). Turns out that thanks to Gracie’s antics, I have trauma (bruising, bleeding) where the biceps attaches to the bone (called the biceps insertion), a torn deltoid and a heavily bruised spinus anterior muscle. What all that means is ridiculous pain. RI-DIC-U-LOUS. Absolutely nothing I can do about it but let it heal. Ice. Ice. More Ice. Rest. NO gym. NO lifting anything…and that means NOTHING, including a fork to my mouth (ever try eating with your non-dominant hand?). NO heavy breathing (ie, fast walk, stationary bike etc) because….the nerve that services the shoulder contingent is the same one that services the heavy breathing part of your diaghram. Think about it…..when you are heavy breathing, what are your shoulder muscles doing? Lifting your chest up and down to facilitate the breathing. So…..nothing.
I am at work, apparently that is good for me…..small movements bring healthy blood flow to the area (typing, mousing…no writing because that requires grip strength…which starts in your forearm and travels to your bicep and delt…and believe me when I tell you, it most certainly does affect that area!).
Snowflake (my Jetta) is stick shift so Ray and I have to trade for awhile.
I’m borderline amused by all of this and borderline hysterical. ALL of February’s fitness goals are in the toilet, I am in SO much pain (which hopefully will start to abate in a few days….dependant I guess on how much I really follow the “lift absolutely nothing” rule).
Ray is going to have to step up his game over the next few days…..this morning after I made breakfast (yes, seriously) and served both our plates and poured our coffees, he took his plate and coffee and went and sat down and left me and my breakfast and coffee standing in the kitchen….whereby I burst into tears because, seriously, HELP ME! And then…..sitting on the sofa, crying into my breakfast while I tried to eat it, he made this comment, “So, what time on Saturday are you riding your bike to work?” and then laughed at me. He is very, very lucky that I couldn’t lift my coffee or it would have been all over him! SO not the time to be making stupid jokes about things that, quite honestly, are going to be depressing.
So….that’s where I am right now…..won’t be getting up to much….no bike ride this weekend, no Coquitlam Crunch, no Perimeter Trail run, no gym. Nothing. I’d be really bummed right now…..if I wasn’t busy being in so much pain I could puke.
Air Teddy out.