Injured again

Wade is hurt. Again. This time it was as a result of the punching bag I got him for Christmas. At least it wasn't from falling down the stairs when another of his Christmas gifts - a pull-up bar - falls down from the door frame and results in him dropping and falling down the stairs. I told him to put it up on the door to the gym, in the lowest level of the house. It has screws so it should be secure, right? Hmmmm I want to try it out because I think it will add to my workouts (so did I really buy it for him or me?). What I really wanted to get was a poledancing pole because I would imagine that the core workout, using one of those babies, has to be brilliant. I would bet that the strength required to do inverted lifts would be outrageous. Maybe next year.

Anyway, after a week of being in pain (which started 4 days after he slipped, on the sweat dampened concrete floor, and fell while doing some kind of TKD back kick onto the bag) he finally called in and got an appointment to see his doctor. I don't know how he does it. We, as a family, rarely go to the doctor but I have yet to call in and get a same day appointment. Obviously the staff at the doctors' office love Wade (as do the people at the UK passport office who told me I'd get my passport in weeks then told Wade, when he called, that it would be here in a matter of 2 or 3 days) like something about his voice. You know... when we were first dating I used to melt at the sound of his voice. I still do. It's the sexiest thing ever. Maybe that's how he always gets appointments (and his way). His voice is like silk. The tone is deep and smooth... the way he uses words... it's calming but sexy at the same time. I always thought my voice was nice - it's not a girly high pitch. And, frankly, here in America a lot of people like the sound of my voice and 'accent' (I keep insisting I'm not the one with an accent but the fools insists it's me, and not them, with the so-called accent) but he, obviously, has a way with words or something.

Back to the doctor thing before I get so excited that I have to call Wade just to hear his voice.... He called and got a same day appointment and went to see the doctor yesterday. He normally doesn't leave work unless he's really, really sick. He went in and was sent to a same day chiropractor appointment (how DOES he do it?!) and had some tests done, Turns out that his over eager punchbag workout fall resulted in a delayed reaction and the jolt knocked all sorts of things, inside his shoulder and back, out of whack. Funny how it was 4 days after the fall but the fall, on concrete, is to blame. I had told him to put down sand but he thinks that would make it worse when he sweats and it gets all pasty. He does sweat a lot but then he drinks water by the gallon even when he's not working out. Since he has decided to go back on the Black Belt program at the dojo, after a 2 year break following his last knee surgery, this is going to put a delay in that plan. He's been told not to do anything - no tennis, no kickboxing, no cardio at the dojo, no lifting anything over 5 lbs (to which he told the doctor that that meant he could still lift his wife -haha, Wade. Let's make a dig a my not eating yet again) till he is fully recovered. He's upset and I get that. I would be chomping at the bit if I couldn't workout. What the hell would I do with the extra 5hrs a day?!

Talking of which. last night I increased the weights that I lift. I'm not after the huge muscle goon look so I do reps, lots and lots of reps. I do 60 reps of many of the exercises I do in each session and 30 of some of the others. I've been using weights again since May. I decided to increase the weight last night and hope that that will help me bulk up just a little bit more. But I really like my arms. Holly hates the look I have in my arms and legs. I don't know if I should just start using my Bowflex instead, though.. Or maybe in addition to the weights. It's not like I would hate to add more to my already workout heavy days. Hmmmm. I'm thinking I'll get even more nagged by my family, though. God, it was awful. Usually I get away with it because I workout while they are out of the house. But, during the holiday (and during the weekends) they notice how long I spend working out. Every time I go down to the gym Billy gives me the usual "goodbye Mama, see you again some time this week" routine. Yes, Billy, and I'll see you somewhere outside of the family room if you can drag your arse away from the fucking XBox anytime soon! I got him a weight set for Christmas. He hasn't opened it. I opened it. Shocker. Last summer he started lifting weights with me at the beginning of his school break. It lasted from mid June till we left for Spain at the beginning of August. I took my weights but he left his (lighter ones) at home. Told him he could use his grandmother's when we were away. Should have known he wouldn't be interested because he was already skipping workouts before we even left here. And, when he did workout, he'd leave before the end of the session. And would half arse it when he did do a workout.

Anyway, I bought him weights and was hoping he'd want to get back into it. He's 18 now and he wants to get a girlfriend and he's kind of slim. How did he get to be 18 when I'm only 29???? Well, I was a child bride... So, is Billy interested? Nope. Not unless it's a game on the XBox. I suppose I'm OK with him not having a girlfriend. His problem is that he's painfully shy (yay, no nasty skanks to pretend to like). He took up TKD with Wade and went to Advanced Brown belt till he quit that because he didn't like the contact part of that sport. Good timing as the girls were starting to sniff around and I'm not ready to lose my baby to some girl, But I also told him that girls would be more attracted to him if he knew how to cook. Did that peak his interest? Nope. Maybe if there were cooking lessons for the XBox... OMG, he's one going to end up being one of those men in those smelly assed games shops in the malls. You know, she shops that, when you go in, smell like unwashed (for weeks) male bodies. Ewwwww. I hope not. But he is, isn't he?! When he's off school he will play games and sleep in the family room and not shower for days. And he won't shave either. And he doesn't like deodorant when he's not at school either. What the hell did we ever do to him to deserve to be rewarded with his unwashed BO reeking body?! It's looking like he already IS one of those smelly mall-dwelling gameshop geeks (without actually having started going to one of those stores... yet). This has to be nipped in the bud.

Back to Wade - he was given meds and has been told not to workout. He's going to be climbing the walls. Or trying to get his excess energy worked off in a different way. I would post what he said the other day when I told him I'd got my period but it's too rude (not to me but in case anyone was to read this) and it was funny as hell (for Wade to say that because Wade just doesn't as much as I ask him to). I want to post about some stuff but I won't till.... well....yet.

OK, my headache's subsided somewhat so I'm going to get down to the treadmill. I hear it calling me. It's lonely and missing me. :o) And, hell, I'm missing it too.