|One step forward, two steps back
||[Apr. 15th, 2003|05:36 pm]
Last Sunday was the second Sunday our friend George played in the Planescape game. George is a great guy, and i love him dearly, but he tend to get enthusiastic about things. Early in the session he thwacked me on the shoulder - the left shoulder, right on the surgery scar. I gasped and begged him pleasenot to do that again. He apologized, and made it through most of the game. Then once again - thwack. There was a general yell of dismay from the crowd and he shrunk in embarrassment. "Here," he said. "Next time I do that, just smack me like this."
He grabbed my left hand and wrenched my arm backwards to mimic smacking him in the face.
He dropped me. I was rolling on the couch in agony. He was mortified - for some reason thought that contact was the only issue - but the damage was done.
Then I was sick most of a week. And doing massive, panicky projects. And neglecting my exercises.
Today was physical therapy. Not a pretty sight. I definitely lost flexibility and got what can only be described as a "stern peptalk." It's a setback, but I know you can do better. You just need to keep at these exercises!
I know. Now I hurt. Much stretching, much stress. Much boo.