At some point in the early hours of Saturday morning, the Tennis Elbow Fairy visited my bedroom and sprinkled my right elbow with its magic, pain bringing fairy dust. God, I'm in agony. The weird thing is I've never had it before and it's just come on overnight. Yesterday I thought my arm was going to fall off. Okay, so I'm a wimp but...ow! Fortunately (well, not for him) my dad has it so I was able to confirm it was tennis elbow (or mouse elbow in my case) and not some form of aggressive elbow cancer that would require the loss of my right arm. I still need to go to the doctors so I can get referred to the physio but at least I know I should be able to 'cure' it my doing physio and getting a wrist rest for work.
In other news, my mum and dad are coming over for lunch in today. I do love to cook. I'm just waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in so I can move my elbow and then I'll swing into action. I need to vacuum the floor too, which is less fun. I hate house work. I need a house slave.