I got back to California last night.
It was 98F (36.7C) INSIDE my house when I arrived home….
The a/c hasn’t stopped running since I got home.
I have four very busy, scheduled, days here in California.
And, oh my!
My arm flipped out big time my first thirty six hours in Texas.
It was a very (!!!) bad deal.
I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised by it –
It was a long trip and involved a lot of flights/states/hotels.
I know, from years of experience, the more I use my arm the worse the pain gets.
Luggage is the devil!
It was a different type of pain this time though.
The entire upper right quadrant of my body went into terrible muscle spasms.
I was literally gasping from pain every time I took a breath.
I’m sure it was a result of overusing all the muscles surrounding my bum arm.
They were protesting –
It was my body’s way of telling me I can’t use my back/chest/lat muscles as a make believe arm for any length of time.
There are no words … it was a very BAD experience.
I didn’t know what to do.
It was night so I didn’t want to call Paul Newman or Dr. Painless.
I pretty much just drugged myself into oblivion until the worst had passed.
Pain like that is the stuff (my) nightmares are made of.
It’s not as bad now, but I’m still not back to
my version of normal.
I haven’t even pretended to use my right arm for anything since last Thursday.
It is hanging by my side – painful and useless.