My elbow hurts this morning. I dread that pain, because I know it will probably get worse the more I ignore it, and I will probably have to go get another shot. I hate those shots. So I wait for the pain to creep up to my shoulder, for the elbow to hurt so much I can barely type or pick up the car keys because I know that shot is going to hurt a lot more.
My elbow hurts because I fell on it last year. Not just the elbow, the whole arm, when I made a pretty safe landing with my right arm tucked in, folded flat against my body, my hand protecting my face and my shoulder taking the brunt of the hit. It was a good fall, the result of years of practice. But I’m getting too old for this sh… My shoulders and hips don’t like being the primary point of impact with the ground in a six to nine foot tumble. They complain every day and do their best to make me feel really old, not just past my prime.