Holy crap. What did I do?
I can’t move my right arm. Each rotation of the shoulder is excruciating.
I keep going over yesterday’s practice in my head, trying to decide when the pain started. And, quite honestly, I’m completely stumped. I went through my whole day yesterday pain free after my morning practice with Vance in Berkeley. I ate a great breakfast, walked around Fort Mason, tasted hundreds of wines (spitting of course), I drove home to San Luis Obispo, I crawled in bed, I woke up this morning in pain.
Did I sleep on it wrong? I suppose it’s a possibility. Seems lately every morning I wake up with a new ache. I miss the stability of sleeping in my bed with my husband every night. He’s gone, then he’s home, then I’m gone, then I’m home, then he’s gone again. And each night it’s a new adjustment.
Tomorrow’s my first ever yoga photo shoot. I’ll have to do everything on the left side, as the right is a bit… impaired at the moment. Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow pain free. Here’s hoping. I’m dreading this shoot. I really don’t want to see what I look like when I practice. Well, maybe I’m a little curious… Hopefully I have fun at least.
This weekend was a blast. Lots of good food, friends, wine, a beautiful wedding.
After the tasting on Sunday, my friend S and I got lost, drove north over the golden gate bridge “by accident,” then tried to convince a toll booth operator not to charge us the five bucks to get back to the city. It didn’t work. I shut up, and paid up. We laughed about it all the way home.
Ah crap. I’m watching Beaches. And crying. Again.