Just another quickie to let you know I am alive. I have managed to screw up my right arm, shoulder and back again. Longtime readers may remember in 2001 I overdid it with the computer on a very, very repetitive job which ended in time off work and months of physiotherapy. Last week I was typing a shocker of a document and neglected to stretch or rest properly. As a result I have been waking up around 2 every morning when the ibuprofen wore off in so much pain I thought I would vomit. I have sat for hours with my back pressed to the radiator trying to ease the tension.
Finally I went to the doctor this arvo and she cranked my arm like a windmill. You could hear the tendons all gristle and crackly. She says it is quite inflamed. She gave me me a referral to a physio and agreed with my suggested treatment of weights, rowing and stretching at the gym, which is how I fixed it last time round. I am going to try that for a week and see if it helps rather than fork out for physio straight away.
Anyway, I won’t whine any longer. I haven’t been to the gym in a week as I have been too busy laying around moaning and feeling sorry for myself. Ha! But I will book in for Body Pump on Thursday and that should get the muscles singing in a pleasant way.
You want some positive news, yes? Erin of the famous Lose The Buddha blog just received the advance copies of Tales From The Scale, the book she slaved over this year in between getting married and working like a mofo. I am so excited about this that I could spew. Why? Because I am lucky enough to be one of the contributing writers. If you look at her December 5 entry you can see I am in some excellent company, so you can imagine I was chuffed when she asked me would I like to write something for all eight chapters of the book. At the time it was grueling, I had to dig back into my brain (and my archives) to remember how I used to feel and how much has changed. I read over my chapters the other day when I was feeling particularly low and frumpy and it was real kick up the arse. I have come so far, so all I need to do is put in the effort and there’ll be no reason why I can’t go even further.
This book is going to be rockin, so why not go ahead and pre-order yourself a copy on Amazon so you’ll get a nice little surprise come May 2005. I can’t bloody believe I’ll be in a real live freakin BOOK! I have dreamed of that since I was a wee tot. Holy crap. Thanks very much, Miss Erin.
My sister flies out to Australia tomorrow so I better go help her pack. More soon!