This week's story will be posted on Thursday, due to I think I really fucked something up in the gym the night before last. I think it was on the machine with the seatbelt and you strap in and do crunches with added resistance.
The point is that yesterday was Valentine's Day and I spent it with Elise and some coconut rum as I became ever convinced that I had punctured my spleen or gallbladder or anything internal with my bottom rib or something, while on that stupid seatbelt machine, and that I was bleeding somewhere inside my body.
Then I thought that my appendix had burst. Not that it was inflamed, but had actually, already burst. I was sure that I had appendix poison spreading through my abdomin and up my side, my chest and around to my back, then down.
That was the problem with last night, it wasn't just the right side of my stomach, but the entire right side of my upper body. I've had muscle pain before, but on a scale of 1 to 10, muscle pain from a really good workout is a 2 or 3. Last night, the pain was a solid 8. It was actually some of the longest and most excruciating pain I've ever been in, if you can believe it.
I couldn't sleep. I haven't slept much at all.
But I am feeling better. I have no idea what was wrong with me. A muscle sprain, strain, tear--tendons--I don't know. All I know is that I haven't slept and this week's story will come tomorrow. Because this is about the only story I have today. The story of my Valentine's Day!
Don't worry, I'm taking a few days away from the gym.
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