Not-so-instant Karma’s gonna get you…

I awoke this morning – for this last time in quite a long series of times over a very long night – to a simple, inescapable exercise in karma:

When I was in my 20’s, I got yelled at for stranding a little old lady – she might have been as ancient as mid-50’s, still young enough to change her own flats – on the side of the road with a flat tire. The tire wasn’t my fault but the stranding was: I overtorqued her lug nuts with an impact wrench. And when I was taken to task for doing it, I shrugged. I was young and strong and always would be: too bad about her.

I’m an idiot but not a sociopath, I actually did feel really bad about the incident which is why I remember it. But I didn’t tell my shop foreman that.

I woke up this morning, nursing the re-damaged shoulder that had kept me up all night whining in pain, with that stupid conversation dinning in my elderly ears.

Yeah, I’ve racked up the shoulder again. For some reason, when it’s freshly hurt, it hurts worst when I’m horizontal and won’t let me sleep. Finally got up and dressed at 2:30, was up for an hour and a half reading until the aspirin kicked in, went back to sleep off-and-on and didn’t get up till just now. And I’m back to dragging my right hand to its keyboard position with my left hand, because the offended muscle gives me no mobility and no strength. It’ll heal, it was healing before, but I’ve set myself back 11 days.

So don’t be a dick in the arrogance of your youth, is the TUAK moral lesson of the day.

Also the earworm of the day comes from who else…