What doesnít kill you— I donít know if it makes you stronger or not. Maybe itís enough that it doesnít kill you.
After spending the day feeling as if Iíd had a major setback, with the worst pain Iíve had in my arm in maybe a week, I wasnít even sure I could wait one more week for my appointment. And I donít even know what I did to myself to get it started.
I do know how I made it worse, though. I used it too much, including the time I absent-mindedly pushed the pump on the salad spinner with my right hand and felt it all the way to my elbow. And last night I changed the sheets on my bed, because I couldnít wait any longer, but I managed to tweak both wrists and my back in the process. So Iím not totally blameless, but I donít think I deserved such a bad day.
So obviously, I had no intention of making it worse tonight by doing anything stupid. Anything else stupid. And then I did.
Well, maybe it wasnít so stupid after all. I had just iced down the right arm, and I put on the brace before pulling the weed trimmer off the garage wall and turning it on. I know. I shouldnít have done it, but I just couldnít stand to see the weeds covering my walkway, much less walk through them back and forth at least once every day.
Oddly enough, it wasnít that bad. It wasnít that bad because for about an hour after my twenty minutes or so in the garden, I couldnít feel anything. Both arms were totally numb, all the way to the shoulder. It was the best Iíve felt all month, except for the part where I didnít have any feeling. Plus, I had the satisfaction of knowing that my water guy wonít have to bring a machete when he makes his delivery tomorrow morning.