Probably serves me right for thinking I'm a sprightly young thing, what with all this gym going and swimming, but yesterday saw me lying in pain in my bed. Because I pulled a muscle. But apparently I didn't realize I had done so/ chose to ignore it (I'll give myself the benefit of the doubt and go with the option before the back slash) and worked out for another hour, so this was not any ordinary pull. Oh no, this felt worse, like a tear.
I tried to ignore it because that is my solution for most things in life. And, generally, that tends to work. (Oh, who am I kidding -- most of the time I'm incapable of letting sleeping dogs lie. But anyway.) But last night saw me waking up at 1am, 3am and 5am in agony. And I realized (a) I don't have a sports doctor, nor a regular doctor and (b) I don't have any aspirin at home. And I am 30 years old. This is unacceptable.
So as soon as I am able to walk again, I will take a trip to the drug store. Until then -- TV.
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