Aches and Pains...

Might be a good name for a band...

I don't know, I guess it comes with age. I woke up yesterday, feeling pretty good, but as the morning progressed, I moved wrong in my chair and wound up pulling something in my shoulder blade. What does that mean? Moved wrong in my chair. When I was a kid, I could spaz around, jump up and down, virtually do any kind of crazy movement, and I'd be fine. I sensed something was falling out of whack before it actually happened, so I tried to be careful how I moved around. Nothing could save me. I knew it was going to happen before the searing pain set-in. I even slowly walked to the medicine closet to ward off the impending pain and swallowed three ibuprofen. It was no use. I was too far gone to stop the inevitable.

As the day went on, I did the Herman Munster. Whenever I had to look at something to my right, I moved my whole body. Getting into the car to take Lily to ballet, even, was painful. Cyndi started my car as I was finishing a conference call and as an added nice gesture, moved my car down the driveway. In doing so, she had to move the driver's seat up to reach the pedals. When I went to get into the car, the seat was so far up, I couldn't get my head in without a spasm of pain. Real pain. Kicked in the groin when I was seven kind of pain. I worked through it enough to get the seat moved back and us to and from ballet.

I'm a pretty active guy, I think. I work out six days a week with weights. I do 30-45 minutes of cardio six days a week. I try and get up from my desk every once in a while during the day. You'd think that I could avoid the degeneration that comes with age. I'd understand, maybe, it if I didn't get any exercise.

Crimping something in your neck is a waste. You're confined to doing nothing and any small movement is unbearable. I basically plopped myself on the couch and did nothing. Cyndi tried a rub out the knot with a massage and also made me sit with a heating pad. Nothing helped. Vicodin may have helped, but I don't have access to prescription drugs without a prescription.

I took a couple of Melatonin to get the sleep, but that was worthless too. I kept waking up all night because as my body involuntarily moved as it is want to do every night, the pain would shout "Ouch! Get up! I'm hurting!"

It was even worse this morning. I could barely move in any direction, but forced myself to sit at my desk and work. After a shower, I loosened up a bit, but as the day went on, the pain continued.

Even now, while it certainly is nothing like it was this morning, I am in pain.

Growing old stinks. Scratch that. Growing old is painful...