Holy Aching Quadriceps Batman
The pain in my thighs is so bad I can barely sit. Why would I have pain in my thighs? Well, the cover story is that I was working a covert ops mission in Bangladesh until I was discovered and had to crouch on the side of a sheer cliff face for nearly 12 hours before they gave up the search.
The truth is far less colorful, but it does involve heights. On Sunday, last, after spraying down the inside of the garage (and having a dead mouse fall on Ralexwin's head... hehehe) I decided it would be worth it to clean out the gutters as well, since we've already got the hose out.
I clambered onto the roof, with the help of said husband, and proceeded to circumvent the edge of our house on crouched legs. I thought nothing of it, in fact I was rather pleased with myself for getting all that junk out of the gutters. I got down, enjoyed the rest of my day and went to bed early.
I woke up on Monday, rolled out of bed and nearly burst into tears. I didn't know it was possible to ache so acutely so quickly. I couldn't even sit. I had to literally lower myself into a chair using my arms. Tuesday was no better, but by Wednesday I was feeling slightly better (or I thought I was until the baby through himself onto my lap and I nearly threw up).
I hurt ever so much. I think there should be a rule against muscle pain that isn't accompanied by a burning sensation. Shouldn't that be expected; if your muscles burn then you know you'll be sore, no burn -- no sore.
No! It's not like that. It's the god's way of shouting, "YOU'RE OUT OF SHAPE... IDIOT, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING." And then giving you the time to think about it.
I asked Ralexwin to just rub them and make them feel better and he thought it would be oh so funny to squeeze my thighs rapidly while pinning me down. I almost cried... it wasn't funny.
Maybe by next Monday I'll be able to sit and stand without crying "Aaaaaah" every time. I like taking those abilities for granted.
The truth is far less colorful, but it does involve heights. On Sunday, last, after spraying down the inside of the garage (and having a dead mouse fall on Ralexwin's head... hehehe) I decided it would be worth it to clean out the gutters as well, since we've already got the hose out.
I clambered onto the roof, with the help of said husband, and proceeded to circumvent the edge of our house on crouched legs. I thought nothing of it, in fact I was rather pleased with myself for getting all that junk out of the gutters. I got down, enjoyed the rest of my day and went to bed early.
I woke up on Monday, rolled out of bed and nearly burst into tears. I didn't know it was possible to ache so acutely so quickly. I couldn't even sit. I had to literally lower myself into a chair using my arms. Tuesday was no better, but by Wednesday I was feeling slightly better (or I thought I was until the baby through himself onto my lap and I nearly threw up).
I hurt ever so much. I think there should be a rule against muscle pain that isn't accompanied by a burning sensation. Shouldn't that be expected; if your muscles burn then you know you'll be sore, no burn -- no sore.
No! It's not like that. It's the god's way of shouting, "YOU'RE OUT OF SHAPE... IDIOT, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING." And then giving you the time to think about it.
I asked Ralexwin to just rub them and make them feel better and he thought it would be oh so funny to squeeze my thighs rapidly while pinning me down. I almost cried... it wasn't funny.
Maybe by next Monday I'll be able to sit and stand without crying "Aaaaaah" every time. I like taking those abilities for granted.
Comments
Ouch!! You poor thing. Does this mean that your'e not going to start a workout routine in the next week or so?
Last week Ben had some pipe fall on his arm about 3 inches above his wrist. It was heavy. He said the pipe is about 180 lbs. It raised a big bump and his hand swelled. They took him to Big Twig ER where he was xrayed and there were no fractures. Isn't that crazy. The dr. said that the weight just shocked the muscles and tendons and they were inflamed. It's better. It's still sore and you can still see the bump. Today you can see the bruising starting to come out. But this is the interesting thing. The bruise is showing most on the opposite side of the bump, the inside of his arm, not where he got hit.
By the way, what is the point of having a lot of hits on your blog? ( this shows you how naive I am about blogging. I thought it was mostly an online journal so you could share your life with family and friends--and practice your writing skills--which by the way are really terrific.)