Hurtin, HELP!

I have a myriad of physical aches and pains currently.  On top of the fresh bruise/abrasion to my left leg and bruise on the left elbow I also managed to burn my right index finger dumping out the microwave portion of Nicki’s meal last night.  These new injuries are piled on top of the tendinitis in the right forearm, two shoulders that sound like they are filled with rice krispies with the accompanying jolts of discomfort, hip pain that surfaces most often doing leg presses or running and two trick knees that I somehow manage to run on once a week.  Out of all of the injuries the tendinitis is tops on the must fix priority list.  It is not getting any better and greatly affects what I can do at the gym. 

I was talking to the chiropractor I know from the gym about it.  I was whining after unsuccessfully finding any bicep/curl exercise I could do that didn’t aggravate the area.  He basically said that you absolutely have to lay off exercises that cause discomfort.  He also advises I do regular stretching and massage of the forearms, something I have not been doing.  He also mentioned icing which I have been trying to do semi-regularly.  I have to get this shit straightened out.  I just feel like I am wearing thin on multiple surfaces.

As I was leaving I heard an old man’s voice saying weakly “Help!”  I spun to my left and saw a tall, old man standing with his walker in front of the one gym door that is not used and is permanently locked.  I quickly walked over to him and said “What’s wrong sir?” I was worried the guy was having chest pain or something.  “I am trying to get to physical therapy” he says.  Physical therapy is right next door, he was trying to go in the wrong door.  I told him it was to his right.  “Oh, I have never been here before.  Can you help me?” 

I said sure even though I wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted me to do.  I basically walked along with him over to the door of the PT office.  I then held the door wide open for him so he could get the walker in.  As he was trying to get in the door he said “I can’t walk anymore, where can I sit down?”  There was a chair two feet to the right, inside the office.  With the assistance of the clerk behind the desk we got him lined up with the chair so he could plop down into it.  I felt bad for the poor old guy, every step seemed to take monumental effort.  I asked him if he needed anything else.  He grabbed my forearm and said “thanks”.  If I had to guess he probably has some senility piling on top of his obvious physical issues.