My personal trainer admitted that he probably gave me a harder workout than he should've after I went back to him and described the excruciating pain I was in. So at least I'm aware of what happened and have an explanation, and he knows not to push me too hard. Unfortunately, he also said it would take about two weeks for me to feel better, despite all the Ben-Gay that I've been slathering on -- I now smell like a retirement home thanks to this stuff. I have a greater appreciation now for people with chronic pain, especially those with arthritis or MS or spinal cord injuries. I wonder how these people can withstand the aggravation and discomfort and difficulty with which they do regular tasks on a daily basis. I mean, everything's been affected. I can't answer the phone without pain shooting up and down my arms, or put on my seatbelt, or dress myself, or brush my teeth, or shave, or wash my hair, or eat, or drink... hell, I can't even sleep much anymore because I can't position my arms in such a way that I won't feel pain -- I've been getting about 5 fitful hours of sleep a night because I can't find a position to fall asleep in that's not painful, and then once I finally do fall asleep, I'll eventually move and the pain will wake me up. I mean, it's gotten to the point where I wonder if putting a power drill through my arms would make me feel better. It's remarkable how people deal with this stuff on a daily basis and still manage to live their lives, and it's not even something they did to themselves -- it's something debilitating that they didn't even ask for but have to deal with constantly. We hold bad actors and singers in high regard as celebrities, when these people are the real heroes -- and all they're trying to do is be as active and functional as the rest of us.