So this morning I get up and head downstairs. Coffee and raisin bran round out my wake up routine before I sit down to do some writing. I work at it for about 30 minutes then I start to feel pain shooting from my elbow up to my skull. The further along the day went the more the pain grew. I slapped a little Icy Hot on my neck, took some Tylenol and headed off to Connor’s last day of soccer camp.
Soccer camp was fine. I was hurting and I was a little less animated than usual while helping the coach, but I made it through. We went home and I got lunch together for the family. The only problem was that every little stretch shot pain right through me. My loving wife Tracy convinced me, despite my bullheaded maleness, that I needed to go to the doctor.
So to the doctor checks me out and makes sure that nothing too bad is going on, prescribes me three different mess and tells me not to drive.
This is one of my last days of vacation. So I’m getting to spend it drugged up lying on the couch watching Netflix.
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