Ouch
I did something unholy to my shoulder last night. I’m not sure what, but it is killing me today. I can’t raise my hand higher than my waist without a crippling fucking pain. I don’t know how Vikings and other warriors did it. I stub my toe and I’m on the verge of tears. I’m not pussy, but I couldn’t imagine taking a sword to the arm and continue fighting. That is preposterone. Preposterous amounts of testosterone. So, it even hurts to articulate it a few degrees to type this. I guess I am done for the day. Skål. Ezra
