Wednesday, April 11
Post of whinage:
1) It's cold. And raining. And cold.
2) Calves suck. Literally.
3) I have been working 6 days a week for two weeks.
4) I did something to my shoulder (probably involving Elephant, the two-week late, gianormous bull calf I was training) this morning. First it twinged. Then it hurt whenever I moved it in certain ways. Then it hurt when I moved it, period. Now it's settled into low-grade, background pain, except when I move it OR the other arm, in which case it flares into brief crippling agony. I pick stuff up for a living. This is not fun.
5) My legs also hurt, in that background "you-walk-too-much-and-have-bad-hamstrings" way. My feet and hands are cracked from the cold. My husband is asking if my warranty is still good.
6) I want a bath, but our tub is short and I am long and I'm afraid it will fuck my shoulder up worse instead of making me feel better.
On the bright side, there is aspirin and Tiger Balm and back-rubbing sympathetic husbands (I'm forgiving him the warranty comment). But still. I'd curl up in a ball and sulk, except, yanno, curling would make my shoulder hurt.
Blargh. Calving season.
1) It's cold. And raining. And cold.
2) Calves suck. Literally.
3) I have been working 6 days a week for two weeks.
4) I did something to my shoulder (probably involving Elephant, the two-week late, gianormous bull calf I was training) this morning. First it twinged. Then it hurt whenever I moved it in certain ways. Then it hurt when I moved it, period. Now it's settled into low-grade, background pain, except when I move it OR the other arm, in which case it flares into brief crippling agony. I pick stuff up for a living. This is not fun.
5) My legs also hurt, in that background "you-walk-too-much-and-have-bad-hamstrings" way. My feet and hands are cracked from the cold. My husband is asking if my warranty is still good.
6) I want a bath, but our tub is short and I am long and I'm afraid it will fuck my shoulder up worse instead of making me feel better.
On the bright side, there is aspirin and Tiger Balm and back-rubbing sympathetic husbands (I'm forgiving him the warranty comment). But still. I'd curl up in a ball and sulk, except, yanno, curling would make my shoulder hurt.
Blargh. Calving season.
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