That's what I get

That's what I get for cleaning... I have pulled a muscle in my right arm and I'm in constant pain. See cleaning is very dangerous that's why I should just not do it anymore. I of course rightfully hurt myself because I decided to put up Sydney's bed with one arm a day after getting a massage from Kate (my best friend and a massage therapist) who specifically told me to take it easy. She worked on my shoulder that I hurt in the accident. Every couple of months the pain starts to become unbearable and I beg my extremely too nice to me friend to relive me of the pain. Of course for her to do that she has to really work my shoulder leaving me in muscle pain (the good kind of pain, not the tight pain that I usually feel) for 2 days. It's a good thing she lives next door because she has been working my arm for the past 2 days now. Hopefully one of these days this "broken friend" (that's what she calls me) will be able to repay her kindness. maybe she'll just put me in an ugly bridesmaid dress and we can call it even.