I Got Your Sting Right Here!

When I told my office mates how well I was feeling last Thursday morning after my first workout, one of them said, "Wait until tomorrow." "Pshaw." scoffs I. So much for pshaw. Friday morning I couldn't lift my arms above my waist. I had to lay my razor on the sink and scrape my face against it. I was pathetic. I whimpered all morning and then realized it was FRIDAY! Saintly Doo-Doo! I had to go back to Abu Grabe again!

It turned out not to be nearly as bad as I feared and I actually looked forward to working out again on Monday (go figure). Saturday I was one big fat dynamo, mowing the front yard and doing all sorts of things other than keeping my backside glued to my recliner (college football hasn't started yet). I was so busy I hadn't taken time to take a dip in the pool until midnight.

Midnight swim. Sounds rather innocuous. Sure Babs (if she'd been awake) would have made a comment about the Sabbath and such, but what could possibly happen? The pool temperature was perfect. Refreshing beyond belief. No drowning, no sharks, no falling off the ladder, no pesky illumination by the TPD pork chopper, it was nice.

I towel off then head for bed. Not wanting to awaken Babs, I forgo turning on the light as I go into the bathroom holding the towel in front of me. I hadn't noticed that the towel was longer that the ones I usually use and managed to step on the bottom of it as I crossed the threshold. Things get blurry at this point. I stumble, I pull up on the towel, BUT, I don't land on my face nor break any appendages (maybe).

The next morning as I'm showering I notice that the big toe on my left foot is much darker than the other toes. Much darker. By the end of the day it was as big as a fist looked like Joseph's coat. It should have been painful as heck but, thanks to my gift of diabetes, I can pretty much just feel my feet when they hurt, not when they are hurt. I know that sounds weird but it is what it is.

After spending Monday morning hearing everyone tell me it's broken, I spent the afternoon at the emergency room where the Dr. took one look and told me it was broken. The x-rays proved otherwise as the radiologist couldn't find anything broken either. That's all I wanted to know. Since I couldn't feel it I just needed to know that I didn't have broken bones crunching into each other. The bad news was that I was unable to work out with Dan.

We had to put the workout off until Tuesday and then Dan wanted a note from my doctor. I thought he would have taken pity on me but no, he had me start doing ten reps instead of eight like last week. His Sadism knows no bounds. Workout number four was this afternoon and I'm still breathing so, so far so good.