Ouch Ouch Ouch

Some years ago my dad and brother were supposed to help me move a bookshelf to the first floor of my building. However, they kept putting me off so, in one of my rare fits of temper, I decided to move it all myself. Now this bookshelf was six feet wide, one foot deep and five feet tall and made out of plywood. Needless to say I ended up spraining my shoulder, which hurt at the time and makes it so I have a good excuse to pay someone to hang sheetrock on my ceilings. However, the last couple days my shoulder just aches. I bet I slept on it wrong or something but last night it hurt so much I couldn't sleep, even with painkillers. I am so annoyed.