I have an aching bruise on the outside of my right leg from where I smacked it into the steering wheel getting into the Zed Three. It took some of the edge off the divot in my noggin I earned by walking into the tailgate latch of Shootin' Buddy's SUV.
Just as it was starting to fade, I added a spectacular egg on the outside of my left knee when showing my roommate how a single-point sling worked. Well, I showed her how it works for people with all the grace and deftness of Jerry Lewis having an epileptic fit.
Then last night I fell asleep reading with the pillows all doubled up under my head and now half the tendons in my neck feel like they've caught fire.
Jeeze, I feel like I've been worked over in the night by a tee ball team with aluminum bats. At least my feet don't hurt. Yet.