I talked to a counselor today. He used to specialize in marriage counseling. Now he's doing all sorts of counseling. We met at a chicken place that I'm pretty sure serves only food that has been thoroughly soaked in heart-attack-inducing oils and nothing else. Everything I ate, once it went cold because I was talking instead of eating, had that cold cooking oil nastiness to it. I don't know how to explain it, but its like a kind of coldness that sets off instincts in your brain that seem to be saying, "don't eat that. It's seems nasty because it's killing you. It's blocking up your arteries with partially hydrogenated trans fats that will still be with you after you've been dead and buried a good 20 years." So I ended up throwing a good bit of my lunch in the trash. And it was probably for the best.
My wrist is hurting me again today. This is really driving me crazy. I haven't been to the gym in 2 weeks now, and I didn't hurt it in the gym, and it didn't hurt at all while I was last in the gym, but it just keeps hurting like hell. I know it is getting colder outside, and that affects things, but I don't even recall injuring this wrist. It was the other one, the one not hurting, that I totally screwed up in a football game and then re-aggravated while weight lifting. This just makes no sense to me.
Even worse, last weekend while touring a cotton gin facility (yes, seriously) my knee started to hurt so badly that I thought I was going to be sick. And I haven't done anything to injure my knee lately, either.
I think my body is plotting to assassinate me!
Listen, with as much pain as I have been in lately, you would think I was the one doing this: