A collection called Sandwich Control.

Yesterday was a good day. It had no choice in the matter. If hadn’t been a good day, I don’t think I would have made it.

By the time my workout was over, my shoulder was pretty useless.

I guess I should clarify the situation for you. I’ve had some inquiries about the shoulder, so I’ll just explain what’s going on. My shoulder, as in the joint where humerus, clavicle, and scapula meet, is fine. The muscles located between my left scapula (shoulder blade) and vertebrae (spine) has a knot in it. This knot has grown and become painful. The growing of said knot has begun pulling on all of the other muscles on the left side of my torso. This tension has manifested itself in the form of my arm seizing up as I try to move it.

For example, imagine if your left arm is hanging casually by your side. You are thirsty, so you reach, with your left hand, for your glass of water that is sitting on the table. Your arm gets about half way to the glass and stops with a sudden and sharp pain in the middle of your back. This pain is your muscular system telling you that you can go fuck yourself.

You don’t want to even imagine what it is like to sneeze. My entire body just locks down in rigid pain. Don’t sneeze. Whatever you do, don’t do that. That shouldn’t be a problem for me given that this is spring and every living plant is dumping its allergenic sperm everywhere. Oh, wait. (sigh)

So, yesterday. After my worthless shoulder and I left workout town, we took the first train to handling-this-shit-once-and-hopefully-for-all-ville. I went to see Steph the Sage. I had her work my upper body over pretty thoroughly. Think Rocky in the meat locker, only with soothing music and scented lotion.

After there, I headed to my parents’s house. They have a jacuzzi bathtub. This is when I did something that I haven’t done since I was a child: I took a bath. I don’t know if you know this about me, but I don’t particularly care for water. Especially sitting in it. It makes me feel all weird. So, I don’t do it. And I don’t take baths. Gross.

But I sat in that jacuzzi for over an hour yesterday. Letting those jets continue the ass whooping that that knot was getting.

By the end of the day, I felt 95% normal again. I had almost all of my range of motion back. I did sneeze at one point and that was still stupid painful, but whatever. I’m better. And that’s is an improvement.

I’ll let you know if this paradise lasts through my workout. What? Did you really think that a little thing like excruciating muscle pain would stop me from working out? Normally, you would be so incredibly right. But I feel better, so I’m going for it. Famous last words.

Wish me luck.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC