Well, it's been quite the ******* week.
I started last days off by having to replace my water heater so no cash for bjj, then I took a few days off the gym too relax.
My neighbor, who is a 100lb single mother asked me too move a table set she had bought into her house, she said she needed to "borrow my muscles" (note to woman:if you need a guy too help you with anything, he will do it if you mention the fact that he has muscles and that you need them. This is also a good way too have his wife refer to you as a "skank" behind your back.)
So i puff myself up and head over too her van too tackle this table set from hell with my much needed muscles. We first try too team carry it(it was all in one box)but she can't even lift her end probably because her arms are the diameter of a cigar.
I then decide that the best and most impressive course of action is to try to clean and jerk the box up overhead and carry it in like Conan the Cimmerian. I succeed in doing this and turn triumphantly too carry it in to her house when I step into a pothole, crumple and drop the table set onto my ******* head. I feel my neck twist at an angle that it was not meant to go and hear a sound like rice krispies over a megaphone. The table set then falls to the ground with a deafening crash that signifies that it is obviously broken in many, many places.
I pull myself off the ground, my face a blinding red of pain and mass embaressment, and then begin to carry the destroyed table set that is the bane of my existence in an injured hobble that makes the three stooges look like Fred Astaire. My neighbour than looks at me with a combination of pity, amusement, and worry and says "are you o.k.?" I say "I think I might've tweaked my neck a little." although judging by the pain I've clearly completely destroyed it. "I've got something for that!" she says and offers to rub some kind of balm shit on it, I politely refuse as I don't want to add castration by wife to my broken neck.
So, I've spent the last week+ laying on my couch in a pain killer stupour asking my wife for neck rubs to which the reply usually is "why don't you get table whore next door to do it you moron?!". The doctor said the X-Rays were fine and that I just strained or pulled some muscles in it, and it is feeling better now.
So the moral of the story kids? Don't help anyone, especialy cute single mothers! IT WILL RUIN YOUR ******* LIFE! Or at least don't be a show off dipshit about it...
I'm going to try the gym tommorow, should be good to go.