I’ve been feeling pretty good about myself since I started my new routine. I’m working harder, I feel better, and my muscles are firming up beautifully. But the new routine doesn’t sit right with some old injuries; Leftie, my bum left knee, has been muttering and making some noise in the way of jabby pain. I don’t pay Leftie no mind; Leftie’s a weenie who talks to much. And he’s a bastard when he’s drunk.
I’m guessing Leftie wanted to be heard, since last night, he started banging around and woke me up and kept me up. I’d like to say I woke up to screaming pain, but I’m not much of a screamer. I’ll say I was in whining and whimpering pain, since that was what I did when I woke up; whine and sniffle.
Whatever you call it, I hurt in a baaaaad way. I haven’t felt so crappy since September. I think the new interval training got Leftie all hot and bothered. I waited four hours before crawling out of my nice warm bed to pop a Vicodin leftover from July.
This was a big deal. I hate pills. I loathe them all, but I especially dislike high power pain killers, such as Vicodin or Codeine. I don’t like the numb, knocked out feeling that seeps through my body as my pain, and everything else, is temporarily blacked out. It sucks to be me though, since all I got were my lights turned off, not the pain. Uh-oh. Is this bad? Is my knee backsliding? Can I still workout?! WTF!!?
Wow, I’m not even thinking about how this injury will affect me beyond hampering my cardio. I wonder if my priorities are mixed up or if that’s the painkiller…
I’m thinking about calling around to doctors today to see if anyone has a cancellation. It’s snowing like mad outside so someone is bound to say “screw it” about their appointment. Then Rae’ll be there to get that time slot. Aww right!
It’ll be a Catch 22 if I do get a time slot today, though. I drive a stick shift. I shift with my left knee. Leftie is my left knee. If I don’t pop another Vicodin I’ll be cursing the whole way. But if I do take some more painkiller, I don’t think a busted left knee will be my worst complaint if I fall asleep behind the wheel. Decisions, decisions.
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