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When the Fat Man Goes to Hospital
Sometimes there’s a choice, and sometimes, there isn’t. This time. I had to make the call.
It was after dinner, and I was trying to get up from the table.
I’d been having muscle soreness since the night before, the deep skeletal ache across my body that makes it hard to pull myself up, to type, to move, to walk. But it was mild.
At first, I thought it was a natural soreness that comes with trying to walk more. But, by that afternoon, I had the feeling that it was the soreness that I’d had only a couple of times before. It was taking me a lot of extra effort to get up — strategic positioning so that I could brace myself against firm surfaces.
If you’re a skinny person, you might not believe that someone as fat as me can get up and down pretty easily. Much the same as you, really. A little bit slower, a little bit less graceful, but it’s not usually a problem at all. Unless I’m sitting in something weird, like one of those canvas camping chairs. That requires a little bit of strategy. Or, else,I pretty much roll out to a kneeling position on the ground, and get myself up from the ground.
I digress, but, like I said, getting up usually isn’t a problem. It was like my muscles didn’t work.
