Evidently, I do. Yeeeeeah, a bicep sprain. It's Clint's fault {sorry to throw you under the bus, babe, but you really can't wrestle a wimp and expect me to come out unscathed EVERY time!}. But don't feel bad, I usually get in a few good cheap shots and fish hooks so I'm proud.
How does a wrestler spell "love"? P-I-N. Haha
So last weekend we're watching "Chuck" {totally hooked on it thanks to my bro Ryan}, and the episode unfortunately ends. I thought it was unfortunate for the both of us... oh just kidding... it was unfortunate for ME. Clint seized the opportunity and tackled me. Now, I was resting quite happily on our comfy couch, completely unprepared for his brutal assault on my peace and relaxation. However, I was able to pull myself out of my trance fast enough to ensure a rough landing for him when he proceeded to pull me off the couch {his plan was to wrap himself around me and then roll. My plan was to allow him to do that, and then push us off right at the edge so we landed a little harder than he planned on. Bru ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!}.
It was on.
He had extended the challenge, and I accepted. Our friends' little girl kept coming in to see what all my squealing and Clint's constant "Hey! That's cheating!" was about. It's all kind of a blur, I don't remember any specific moment where I thought "well now, I think I may have just sprained my bicep!" All I know is that when it was all over, we were exhausted and giggling.
Fast forward to an hour later {I think, I wasn't really paying attention}. My head is spinning. I'm feel like I'm about to lose my lunch. That was the moment that I thought "wow, my shoulder kind of hurts. Huh..." Clint let me sleep pretty much the next 2 days, and now here it is, almost a week later and we have an official diagnosis {not that I was avoiding the doctor... entirely. I was just hoping it would go away on it's own. No such luck kid!}. Now I'm drugged up for the next 10 days with IBProfen to help the muscle inflammation go down so the nerves won't be pinched and make my arm go numb if I raise it or use it too much, and a muscle relaxer for the pain {seems kinda backwards to me, but I'm all about smiling and nodding}.
I just have to giggle. One of those giggles that you don't really hear, but it shakes your whole upper body. But then I have to stop because it hurts my sprained bicep. Sheeeeesh. I really am a wimp! :O)
3 comments:
Oh man, sounds painful! Hope it feels better soon. You are one tough chick. :)
Tell Clint to be gentle. You're the only wife he has! Leave it to you to do something no one thought possible - I mean, who knew you could sprain your bicep?! :)
Who sprains their bicep? Let's see.... body builder's, my husband who has to life 300 pound patient's out of their bed's, and Tiffany! Hehe, hope your bicep feel's better soon and tell Clint to take it easy, sheesh! :)
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