This blog might need a re-name
Something like "Throws Left, Right Elbow Tendinitis."
I've got the "itis." It hurts.
Big Gibraltar-sized ice bag on my elbow. It hurts.
I can barely lift my right arm, I did so many of them.
But if pain is weakness leaving the body, there's an Acela Express pulling out of my hamstrings, quads and core region.
And if you see Saint Annie, tell her thanks a lot. I cannot move, my fingers are all in a knot. I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot, And my best friend, my doctor, won't even say what it is I've got.
yh&os, I remain. (In traction. But getting fit.) (p.s., Tuesday's are arms & back).
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When you look at itis real quick it looks like you have man breasts.
A daily - or every-other-day - account of all there is in my head that's dying to get out, via my fingers.
(I vow to attack this endeavor with an enthusiasm unknown to mankind.)