...I woke up with a debilitating pain in the back of my right, upper rib cage.
This is something that had been bothering me a little since Saturday, but no big deal, considering what happened on Saturday. Then I went bowling on Sunday night and again on Monday night and "dudes, I was throwing rocks!" Last night during the 7th (approximately) frame of the 4th game, something popped.
So anyway, I woke up with a debilitating pain in the back of my right, upper rib cage.
And let me explain the relativeness of the word "debilitating." I have a VERY HIGH pain threshold. I often (and within the last three weeks) get dental work done with no Novocain.
This shit this morning, however, was jaw-droppingly debilitating.
Dragged my ass up to Dr. Yaffee, miracle worker and big freak, on 65th and 3rd Avenue and saw one of his PA's. She was all cool and kinda hot in that, you know, "I'm a Doctor" kinda way (even though I was in FAR too much pain to care) and after insisting that I look at the x-rays with her (it's my body and I love doing that shit) she determined that nothing was broken and nothing was dislocated.
Dislocated was my biggest fear. Actually, truth be told, relocation being a bigger fear than dislocated.
She said no bowling for a month. And to tone everything else down too. Just a tad. For the time being.
So participating in two of my favorite things in the world got me here.
Through the pain, I hope you can see the smile.
(Prescription) Naproxen Sodium.
(Over-The-Counter) Bottle of Yellowtail Shiraz.
(Over-The-Counter) A couple of Camel Lights.
(Music, courtesy of Mark Poutenis - see link to the right) Clutch, really, really loud.
(Magic) Meagan's voice.
It's quite the cocktail, but I'm feeling better already...
This is Sharmeen from a long time ago. She's a really good friend of mine who has recently gone through some tough fucking shit too, and has recently relocated to Detroit.
She makes me smile.
Sharmeen, you make me smile!
I bet it's fucking colds in Detroit, yo.