Now I just have to figure out the words to describe it. I think I can, I think I can:
Those things that are like pot-belly stoves in old trains? Well, I had one inside my right thigh yesterday. And it was stoked like crazy. It was about eight inches by five inches of raging inferno.
I kept having to remind myself that there was not actually any concern about my jeans melting into my skin...
I guess it was not that hard to describe after all -- I think. Did it make sense?
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Friday, January 4, 2013
Another One of Those Days...
Horrible night last night, barely slept. Then came the fun of attempting to get up. To say the least, it was a good thing school doesn't start up again until Monday.
How many bones can a guy break in his sleep? Let's play the counting game! Three bones in the left ankle, both calves (one bone in each that I know of), right hip, right pelvis, two lower vertebrae, two in the upper middle of the back, six ribs (at least two with multiple breaks), left shoulder socket, left upper arm, right wrist, eleven different hand bones, the back of the skull (might have been two different breaks), both cheek bones, and the left jaw socket.
I say 38 for the win!
So, what did I do? Nothing to start with. I knew I needed to get myself motivated to get out of bed and then out of the house. But the first hour and a half were just spent attempting the first part, extracting myself from the bed. I texted my best friend, hoping I could get him to call me in the late afternoon to see if I'd made the second part yet. He instead talked me into meeting him at his office so we could go to lunch. And I did! Best thing I could have done. He was patient with my slow walking to a nearby pub.
By the end of lunch, I was down to about a dozen broken bones. That was easy to deal with after my morning.
So then I got home, and within 15 minutes another friend had called asking me to meet him for coffee. So I got out a second time! Second best thing I could have done.
By the end of coffee, only about five breaks left.
So maybe I should go out one more time... hehehe
How many bones can a guy break in his sleep? Let's play the counting game! Three bones in the left ankle, both calves (one bone in each that I know of), right hip, right pelvis, two lower vertebrae, two in the upper middle of the back, six ribs (at least two with multiple breaks), left shoulder socket, left upper arm, right wrist, eleven different hand bones, the back of the skull (might have been two different breaks), both cheek bones, and the left jaw socket.
I say 38 for the win!
So, what did I do? Nothing to start with. I knew I needed to get myself motivated to get out of bed and then out of the house. But the first hour and a half were just spent attempting the first part, extracting myself from the bed. I texted my best friend, hoping I could get him to call me in the late afternoon to see if I'd made the second part yet. He instead talked me into meeting him at his office so we could go to lunch. And I did! Best thing I could have done. He was patient with my slow walking to a nearby pub.
By the end of lunch, I was down to about a dozen broken bones. That was easy to deal with after my morning.
So then I got home, and within 15 minutes another friend had called asking me to meet him for coffee. So I got out a second time! Second best thing I could have done.
By the end of coffee, only about five breaks left.
So maybe I should go out one more time... hehehe
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