I'm in ur workplace stealin' ur ice cubes! Actually, I'm in *MY* workplace stealing the ice cubes, but whatever... The team's sports medicine guy finally called me back (almost 2 DAYS after I left him a message, grrrr!!!) and he strongly recommends consistant icing during all waking hours (yes, the standard 20-30 on then 20-30 off).
Tonight's laugh from me to you - Imagine holding a bag of ice on your shoulder when you can't lift your arm above shoulder height. Now imagine trying to wrap an Ace bandage around your shoulder to hold the bag of ice on, but only with one functioning arm.
Since I'm not checking a bag for the trip I decided against taking my skates: too bulky and too heavy. To make up for missing 6 hours practice before the 2/26 game I've decided to head over to the local community center which has drop-in passes for non-members. $5 a day for weight and cardio, and $5 a session for group classes.
Alright, operation "Squeeze An Elephant Into A Handbag" is complete. My 14 x 9 x 22 carryon is stuffed with 2 pairs of shoes, a winter coat, 5 pairs of pants, 4 sweaters, 2 sets of workout clothes, and various socks and undies. I'm off an inch on two dimensions but I think I'll squeeze by. Remember the days of the garmet bag? Miss those...
ToDo list before I fly out: laundry, pack, go buy some socks (do they make any that say TSA SUX on the toes?), clean the litter box, go grocery shopping so Dave has available food, have a wonderful dinner with my family, and make a double batch of spaghetti sauce so Dave has food already prepared while I'm gone.
Going through all the stuff I brought home from work to take on the trip. Super wireless mouse and receiver? Check. Pens and post its? Check. Crackers and stash of dum-dums? Check. Power supply for laptop? Fuck! Off to the office I go... =/