Yes. Those. The pretty pinky-purple weights all the boys won't touch because they're gurrrly.
I got my ass kicked by those. I'm not even Super Grover. I'm just Grover.
It all started when I was working out. I knew I wasn't allowed to go above 2lb weights because of my arthritis, so I swear I was being good. But, sometimes that's just, er, not good enough.
I thought, hey, I haven't done this in a while, my muscles are so much oatmeal. Of course it hurts.
Months later, I find that two pound weight has either a) calcified a tendon or b) moved my rotator cuff. Either way, it fuckin' hurts.
So I'll be getting an x-ray to figure out what's wrong with my shoulder so I can go to physical therapy on top of the physical therapy (aquatic) that I'm supposed to set up for my arthritis but haven't had the time to do.
Good news? Putting my hands in the "typing" position is A-OK by the doc, so the work moves on...
OH! Before I forget, I'll be at the Reader & Author Get Together in Ohio June 9-12! See you there!