“My mind’s distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away”
My forearms hurt so much last night it woke me up.
Or would it read better if I said a strange, unusual and mysterious ache roused me from my sleep last night.
I hadn’t done any lifting or used them more than any other day so I was both irritated and surprised to be woken up that way. For a moment I wondered if I was having a heart attack but I wasn’t short of breath, sweaty or having any of the other so called signs.
Once upon a time I was a CPR instructor so you can be assured I spent a few minutes reviewing all the signs I used to talk about and then I came to two conclusions:
1) I wasn’t having a heart attack.
2) If I was I was going to make sure to finish peeing because I wasn’t going to be found dead on the floor holding my dick in my hands.
Obviously I didn’t die. I’ll take that as confirmation I was correct about heart and proof that my stress level created the situation. That is because I have had multiple images in my head about me climbing a mountain and the family is hanging off of me.
So if you look at it from that perspective it would make sense my arms would hurt.