Occasionally, Middle Age Bites
When I rolled out of bed Wednesday morning, I knew something was amiss.
My left knee was completely out of whack, failing to extend the way I wanted it to, and causing pain up and down the outside of my leg. The puzzling thing was, I had done absolutely nothing to physically challenge myself the day before, so I could only assume that my new-found hobbling had been the result of something I’d done in my sleep.
I called the chiropractor to see if he could sort me out. I was long overdue for a visit, and thought that a few good cracks would put me back in line. We caught up, I ranted about my complicated family life, and he sympathized. After a few adjustments, I was on my way and feeling better in more ways than one. But I still limped.
This morning, sometime around 6 a.m., I pulled a muscle somewhere in my shoulder blade area while flipping over in bed. The pain is radiating down my left arm and into my wrist. If this is a heart attack, I’ll see you on the other side.
My leg is a little better, though.
