How to tear a tendon in your right arm, or, The Story of How I Tore My Tendon in My Right Arm. I know you are all dying of curiosity. SPOILER ALERT: this is totally boring.I flew into an airport (MSP), put my huge guitar bags on a luggage cart, then proceeded to get in the wrong elevator, which was not properly sized for carts loaded with gigantic guitar bags, or even small guitar bags, or even a cart carrying a mandolin and a crate with a screaming cat in it. Whilst getting into said elevator I hoisted my 50lb duffle bag, stuffed with no less than three guitars in cases, up and over my cart that was blocking the door, and in the yanking and heaving and pulling process, ripped a tendon in my right arm, where the bicep connects to the elbow. I sent a text to my crew, "think I hurt myself, can you find some ice?" But alas, that would not be the end to this sad story. Two hours later I was in the emergency room, getting x-rayed and ultrasounded and pulled and stretched in ways that made me shriek like a banshee and wince like someone being forced to hold sour milk in their mouth while shrieking. It was awful. Another few hours later, spent mostly dreaming of how good french fries would taste at the moment, and I was released, with the diagnosis that I had a bicep tendon tear. I was told that this kind of injury could only heal with rest, so I had to cancel the next three shows and then play it by ear. The good news is that I feel fine to move forward and continue the tour as planned. Fortunately the movement I need in order to play guitar doesn't have much to do with the movement I need to lift things, like forks and mascara brushes or eyeliner pencils, so expect your humble guitar player to be on the mend, starving, and looking fully clean but a bit haggard. I will add one serious note. For a day or so there I was having a full-on panic attack. I have built a life on playing guitar, and for the first time I was confronted with the idea that I might have to change careers, to lose that life that I've loved and struggled to discover and grappled with since I was a child. I was more than petrified as to how I would go on. I don't mean to make my cause special, but it's one thing to lose the use of an arm or hand, and it's quite another to lose the ability to do the only thing you really know how to do. This is why this little incident has made such an impact on me. Thanks for listening everyone. Your messages of love have meant the world to me. Onto the next one . . .
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