OPINION: When pain brings joy, how can I complain?
A FEW months ago I shared the painful news that I had self-inflicted tennis elbow due to excessive game play on the dangerous amusement known as Mortal Kombat.
I vowed to you, faithful reader, that I was going to stop playing and let my arm recuperate.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, the lie detector test determined that was a lie.
On Sunday night my arm was throbbing.
I knew I'd done great damage and I cursed the inventors of Mortal Kombat and myself.
After a night of extremely broken sleep, I dragged my injured right arm, and the rest of me, to work and then to the doctor.
To say that my doctor could barely contain his mirth would be an understatement.
The diagnosis? Bursitis.
I'm very fond of self-diagnosing and this had been one of the conditions I had set upon about 2am in the morning when I was Googling, trying to find out what was causing the pain.
Bursitis: Inflammation of a bursa, typically one in a shoulder joint.
A visit to the physio soon ensured my arm was strapped and I could do no further damage.
I told my parents and the girls at work about my pain.
Who would have known such a painful injury could bring such joy?
Thankfully the severe pain has been reduced to intermittent pain that really only annoys me at night.
As for Mortal Kombat, I'm never playing that blasted game again.
I mean it.