I learned that stabbing myself in the thigh with my nails while getting my knees wrapped makes the wrapping process less painful. In a way.
Oh and I find that small window of hatred of mankind in me and put my death glare on when I waddle to the bar so I don’t think of the loss of blood circulating through my feet.
That works too.
But the best part is when I’m done I take off the knee wraps with exaggeration flailing my legs one at a time like bitch please.
I hate when you’re pooping and you push and push and when you’re done your tampon is like halfway out. Once it fell all the way and plopped in the toilet bowl.
And it’s worse when it’s a new tampon and you’re like fuck, I’ll probably have to buy a whole nother box now, way a waste it’s probably contaminated I ain’t pushing that shit back in.
It is currently pouring rain and hailing outside.
I’m supposed to leave to go babysitting in fifteen.
The hail tho.
All easy and solid. Even my second bench attempt was ridiculously easier than I thought it would be.
Clay and I agreed we would go about 80% for the meet since still can’t deadlift without SI pain.
Two weeks out since yesterday.
In order to be on tumblr less I have bought game of thrones on kindle to read, esp at work.
I need a break from the major hive mind.
Nothing like dropping a patient around my age at the ER and the father comes up to me before I leave:
Him: Do you have a boyfriend?
Him. Well if he ever mess up, you know where I’m at. I’ll treat you real well.
Me: (awkward chuckle) k…. (Queue walking away)
…. Shit, I picked them up from home. I do know where you at.
I drank mead sangria, whiskey, apple pie moonshine, shorts yosemite pale ale
I ate bbq ribs, pulled pork, pork belly, rib tips, chorizo taco, pork taco, pizza with ham/bacon/mushroom
Pig & Whiskey ‘14 was a success.
Now I just need to sleep so I can go lift heavy tomorrow whoo