Wow…two fairly serious injuries in one week. What’s up with that?
Since I have a total of exactly two months between the conclusion of my Middle East trip and my departure for Japan, I’ve been trying as hard as possible to get in 5-6 solid workouts a week. To get back in shape in a hurry. As usual. And also as usual, sometimes that translates into pushing just a little bit harder than I probably should.
Last Thursday was one such day.
It was going fine until my last set of deadlifts when I apparently tore something on the left side of my lower back. It took five or ten minutes before I could even stand up straight, and I couldn’t bend over at the hip for a good few days. Thankfully it seems to be recovering very quickly, and I figured I’d be back in there within a week.
That is until last night. At around 11pm I jumped out of bed to grab a drink of water from the kitchen. I jumped out of bed…and right onto a nailfile that impaled my foot a good 2 inches deep. That sucked. But what sucked even worse was hopping across the room to the lightswitch and pulling it out as the jagged file scraped along my foot’s inner flesh. Two inches of inner flesh. Even with half a pill of morphine the pain was throbbing up to my knee for most of the night.
I don’t know how the hell those action heroes can keep fighting the bad guys after getting stabbed, shot, and beaten for a solid 90 minutes 😆
Thankfully, nothing vital seems to have been torn – I can still move all my toes and everything. I’ve just got to hope that nothing gets infected. There is one thing I can tell you for certain, though: the day after an injury like that, walking is no picnic.
Good thing I don’t have any health insurance