The Never-Ending Ramblings...

Nothing about this hurt is good

Level Seven. At least it’s only in my right arm. My entire right arm. (well, okay, slight knot in my left elbow) Groping for relief in the form of distractions…any suggestions? Chatted with my sis, emailed my fav buddy – we’ve been exchanging pics of places we want to go and foods we’d like to eat, and movie stars we want to kiss.

I have my tennis lesson in a few hours and gosh, I’m just not sure. I know I’ll try. Nothing like tennis to totally distract you. One hundred percent absorbed in tracking the ball, preparing your body for the point of contact, and then, executing your stroke. Every bit of your concentration occupied. Zero room left to think about pain or problems.

In the meantime, no one’s here at the office, maybe I’ll lock the door, turn up my CD player real loud and dance.