Thursday, September 17, 2009

Dead Man

I didn't want to go to the doctor.
I was taking Motrin.
Apparently, though, it was for the best.
The doctor described it as one of the worst sprains he'd ever seen.
So, naproxen, a muscle relaxer (yeah, it was that serious!), and a 2 week no run/push-ups/sit-ups/gear/heavy lifting profile...
I can't remember the last time I was on profile.
This stinks.
My unit is leaving for the field on Sunday night.
I won't be able to do much, which I'm not happy about, but if it's that serious, it's that serious.
I still haven't figured out how I hurt it....

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