Continuing the journey
I injured my shoulder while doing incline barbell presses. Either I tried to bench too much weight, or my form wasn’t exact. Whichever it was, I can now attest that my shoulder is officially killing me. It’s not so bad during the day. I usually remember to compensate, and if I don’t remember, the immediate twinge that I get when I stress the joint is normally enough to capture my undivided attention. Night time, however, ah…well, that’s a different story.
For starters, I usually sleep on my left side (the side that the injured shoulder is on, naturally). Because I’ve had to alter my sleeping position, it takes me longer than normal to drop off to sleep. And this is despite my normal mental tricks that are designed to put me into la-la land. To excerebate the situation, I shift in my sleep, habitually onto my left side. Naturally, the pain is enough to stir me from my deepest slumber. I wake (usually whimpering), and then, having dried my tears and once again assumed a manly and stoic posture, return to sleep. As you can imagine, this constant interruption of the sleep cycle is playing absolute havoc with my mental and physical state. I am ALWAYS tired.
I definitely think that drugs of some sort are called for.
