I’ve had a little shoulder tendonitis too since my second covid shot 2 months ago
Whoa, really?
Weird thing (to me, anyway) about CV19 is that I caught it last summer, suffered hard for a few weeks, then come out the other side mainly 'whole.' LATER to get my staggered Pfizer vaccinations recently, in which case my arm hurt like a... maternal-copulating female canine... for a couple days, there.
Anyway, it remembered me upon a certain 'game' me and the lads used to play some years back, in which we punched each in the biceps hard as we could, then tried to play it off like nothing happened, lol.
But then THAT remembered me upon something that happened a only a few years ago. Here's the story--
My dear friend (Chinese pediatrician, she has her own clinic now in the States) had one of her childhood buddies over from the Mainland (a total cunt, if I may say so).
Near the end of an unexpectedly DELIGHTFUL evening at our local Korean-fusion place, of course he insisted upon arm-wrestling, against my friend's advice, and her growing embarrassment.
Now, even though I'm built like a twig (5'8" & skinny like a young sapling), I reluctantly agreed (ganbei! ganbei!) for some godamn, benighted reason or other. So it went, and if I may say so, I put up a fairly good losing fight I guess, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that after that fucker got my wrist to the table, for some reason he twisted it as some kinda Chinese 'victory lap,' I guess? (took me a month for my wrist to heal proper)
Needles to say, I was beyond pissed off at that point.
I asked Dr. Chen if he'd ever heard of the fun, Peruvian-American game of "punching each other in the biceps." He hadn't, but enthusiastically agreed to play!
Putting myself in the hands of fate, I told Chen to take his turn first, stood up, and presented my arm. Ah, one more detail-- Dr. Chen is a six-footer who loved to brag about being a health nut, lifting weights and doing aerobic exercise every day, without fail. And he looked it, frankly.
Anyway, here we go--
I stood up there, prepared to get absolutely demolished, eyes squinting, and it turned in to one of the weirdest experiences ever. As in, I felt a slight brush upon my arm, and was told "now it's your turn."
I argued with the 'ref' a bit, and we agreed to have Chen hit my arm again, this time while I watched the whole thing in real time. Honestly, I felt kinda sickened by how... utterly inept he seemed to be, for such a smaque-talker?
Anyway, my turn next (and for whatever reason I have an inordinately powerful blow for being a little bag of bones, essentially), Chen twisted his body as my punch was coming, deflecting it off his bicep, going straight to his jaw.
That's when I quickly paid the entire cheque (Chen and my friend still owe me, bastards & bitches), US$140, and we quickly hustled in various directions from there. Weirdly, it was my birthday, and it was supposed to be more of a celebration, or what have you.
Side note: Dr Chen was way too proud to go to an American clinic for the resultant hairline fracture in his jaw. So, point of pride, he chose to suffer it through his whole America trip, then have it attended to once he got back to China.
Yeah, that whole thing, just... OOF.