Good Morning Valetudinarians,
I’m quickly approaching the point in my life where physical pain is the norm versus a healthy bounce in my step. I’m not sure when I first noticed it, but after last evening’s house of misery I can safely say it’s now official. With only an hour notice I was invited to watch the Denver Nuggets kick Utah’s butt. In the process of a forced march to and from the Pepsi Center plus an extra trip to fetch forgotten tickets from the car, I got more exercise than I’ve had in years! On the way home I mentioned to my friend how encouraged I was that my chronic knee pain hadn’t bothered me during our double-time journey. I was actually thinking about playing golf! I got home around midnight; prepared for bed, and laid down thinking I had a great chance for an undisturbed night of sleep.
Fast forward to 2:30 AM.
As I changed position shifting my weight to the other side, both calf muscles seized up in knots of unbearable cramping pain! I’m sure the cheap walls of my apartment hardly baffled my grunting and screaming and awoke my neighbors, leaving them to speculate as to my fate. Sadly nobody called the authorities leaving me to believe I’ll be on my own should someone break in and attack me.
With little rest (again) I’m in a constant state of fatigue, and it’s beginning to show up at work and even affecting my skills as a trivia player. The entire week I’ve been in an insomniac induced stupor unable to focus or put the subtle clues together that contribute to my success when I don’t know the answer. If I must continue to pay Dv’ant a dollar per loss or worse, look at his shit eating condescending prick-assed grin, I’d rather give up the last bastion of competition left to me than continue adding torment to my already afflicted soul. I NEED SLEEP!!