Today's been a pretty normal day. Not much excitement or surprise except for the juice squirting out of my elbow.
A couple days ago I reopened an old battle wound and in the process managed to inflate some kind of balloon in my elbow. Now I have a nice, natural puff surrounding my left elbow. Nothing big - I've had this happen many times before and actually enjoyed the best game of my high school career with a nasty juice bubble on my right elbow.
It's nothing a little ibuprofen and some antibiotics won't clear up in a couple days.
Ibuprofen is like duct tape for athletes. Really, the stuff's magical; you can use it for anything.
Jam your finger? Ibuprofen.
Headache? (whether from an elbow or because professors don't realize we have lives and hit us with hours of homework) Ibuprofen.
Sore muscles? Ibuprofen.
Sprain an ankle? Lots of ibuprofen.
Hydrocodine making you sick after surgery? Even more ibuprofen (in this particular case, disregard dosages on bottle).
Hangnail? Suck it up.
I know my mom has been making frequent appearances on the blog recently, but there's no such thing as too much attention so Mom, please don't worry. My elbow is fine, really. It's just a little swollen.
I think I'm going to cook dinner for myself tonight. I made some spaghetti with clam sauce the other day and it tasted pretty good. When you make your own food it tends to taste a little better, so I might be patient and do it again tonight. Who knows what's on the menu, though. Looks like I'll be surprising myself. All I know is that they used to call me Master Chef back in culinary arts class.
Just saying...
