and more afraid about tomorrow....
Every Tuesday night, I feel this way. I've got to stop thinking that I'm some sort of athelete.
So I went to my basketball night, and I thought I was hot piss. I was running up a storm, throwing hard cross-court passes, and scored five remarkable baskets, but it was the final one that seems to have done me in.
I caught Malaka's eye, and psychic-like, knew the play. But everyone forgets that I'm LEFT-handed, and she just launched one at me. And like some 2K Harlem Globetrotter, I caught the pass with my right hand outstretched, brought the ball around me, caught it with my other hand like some freak-windmill and went for the lay-up and almost stuffed the basketball into the net. There were cheers, and even a couple of screams of full-on pleasure in seeing that little bit of b-ball magic... but it's done me in.
I think I've pulled (or rather pinched) a muscle located near my underarm. Strangely, its affected the whole arm, all the way down to my hand. It tingles. It feels like the majority of my hand, well, actually starting from my wrist and working the way to my thumb, and 3 fingers, is asleep. It's all pins and needles, and I'm getting a sharp pain in my elbow from time to time.
I almost don't want to go to bed, for fear of what it might be like in the morning.
But, of course, I'm still blogging...