Strong like itty bitty seamonkey

Mielie* (Van de Merwe) Cyrus, the pop pop pop star. Mwaha. Corny, I know.

Apart from making up random letter combinations while working feverishly at home (and er,blogging), and singing along to Mielie Cyrus (thanks Ches) there is one other exciting thing on the seamonkey grapevine.

I am now officially lifting 2 kgs per arm.

I know, you are floored. The power, the sheer awesomeness of my muscular prowess. Wanna see my bicep?

It is pretty exciting for me though, because I cannot remember the last time that 2kgs was a comfortable weight to handle.

Back in I think 2006, I did something weird to my upper back, that resulted in a humungous spasm. I had the spasm for a year, but since it didn't stop me from doing anything, I totally ignored it. Mistake, I know.

Anyway, a year later, there was a bit of a movement or a slippage, or something that felt very icky, and after that my entire upper back and shoulder areas in both arms were fooked.

After an extra 2 years of hoping, and painkillers, and physio, and an MRI scan, and specialists, and a misdiagnosis and a pointless operation, I had: one very sore arm.

Sore from the frigging operation,and sore from the original injury which of course has not miraculously gone away. I have also developed a deep and irreversible distrust of the NHS (the UK's National Health Service). This distrust was more than 2 years in the making, and it runs deep. You really do not want to hear my full opinion on this matter, it would run to many angry pages.

Oh yeah, I also screwed up my lower back in 2008, but that is another story. The NHS were no help there either (read impressively useless).

I think that my arm has mostly recovered from being sliced, but I am trying to accept that the mysterious original problem will never go away. A chiropractor is helping a bit.

But it seems that the years and years of rest for my feeble little arm have helped, because I am currently able to climb and as of now lift a whole 2 kgs, and while I can feel the twingy bits and they do hurt, the don't hurt tooooo badly (yet). It is a comfortable weight.

I am so excited; 2kgs!

This leads me to the happy conclusion that I must weigh 4kgs, seeing as I can climb, and my arms can deal with my full body weight, so it must be 2 kg per arm. It is a simple matter of physics, my dear Pinky.

Today I can lift 2kgs, tomorrow... well, still 2 kgs. I shouldn't get carried away, for there lies the path to other injuries.

But next year, maybe even 3.

*corn on the cob