remember how i went to the doctor about the inflamed cartilage and he was like don't do weird shit with your core muscles? and i was like, haha, wtf would i do that for, seriously.
and then I spent all afternoon painting SiL's ceiling with a long roller. twice. guess how many of your core muscles that uses? all of them holy shit. and I rollered the walls too before I left just to get it over with and now I can't lift my arm practically. It had already stiffened up by the time I drove the ten minutes home. faiiiiiil. lord only knows what I would feel like if I hadn't gone there already doped up on two prescription ibuprofens because one had no effect on the cramps from hell.
i feel it's entirely possible I won't even be able to crawl out of bed tomorrow. so i guess that it's a good thing that I went to the gym this morning before all of that despite my reasonably disastrous state. i distracted myself on the treadmill by watching Big Time Reality and Big Time Crush, and i was thinking maybe i'd get other seasons of stuff to watch on the treadmill, because that was at least minimally distracting.