It has been some time since I have last spoken to you. I have missed you immensly, but never knew that I did. You see, I have spent the last several years thinking that I am invinsible when it comes to pain. I didn't need you. I'm much stronger than that...much stronger than I thought you would ever be.
And so last Saturday when my knee started hurting I once again thought I could endure the pain. I didn't need you...remember I am stronger than you. And so, I hobbled to the Halloween party on Saturday night...and sat on the couch all night and pretended like I was dressed up as a couch potato...and that night when I had to go home and climb the stairs...I took them one at a time...literally, one foot on the stair and then the other foot and then one foot, then the other foot...and so on....and Sunday I woke up feeling refreshed and renewed and invinsible (with no drugs taken!) Until that Sunday afternoon t-ball game where I tried to pretend like I was 7 and not 29 and that I could run the bases...in my birkenstocks...and the pain came back...stronger...more intense...i could hardly stand, much less walk. And by Monday morning, my legs were sticks. There was no movement between my hip flexors and my feet. Everything was stiff and every time my heel hit the ground i felt shooting pains from my ankles to my thighs, in both legs now. I was miserable. My 2 minute walk into work took me almost 15 minutes. Once I reached my desk, the thought of even having to walk to the bathroom made me cringe with pain. At lunch, I decided to go home and sit on the couch and hope and pray that the pain went away.
And that is when I decided to relinquish all of myself to you. Two 25mg Advils....the pain finally outweighed my defiance of drugs...I had succumb to the mercy of the anti-inflammatory. And within 30 minutes of popping those 2 little pills, I was in heaven...no pain...I sprinted back to my car...back to the office...up and down the halls. I was walking on air...on top of cloud 9. Pain? What stinkin' pain? I was invinsible!
I decided that with your help I could keep up with my schedule. I could run 4 miles....because I had no pain. And I did. I ran like the wind (okay, so it was more like a slow breeze but you know what I mean) and I felt like a champion. When I was through with my run, I took two more of those rust colored beauties and I am happy to report that this morning, I feel absolutely no pain. I can bend my knees and walk with no effort and feel like the champ that I am. And I owe it all to you...my friend...my bottle of Advil. Thank you for being there during my time of need and I hope that one day I can repay the favor. I don't know how or when, but I can promise you that you will be rewarded for you good deeds.
Thanks again for all you have done!
P.S. Please thank your friend, ice, as well. You two make a great team. Keep up the good work!