Yesterday was the regular ladies club day at my home course. I showed up, ready to play, excited to see how I would do now that I’ve begun to work through some swing bugs. I was also curious if nerves would get to me. Since the club had a meeting following golf, it was a shotgun start. My two playing mates and I walked out to the tee box on the eighth hole, did a few stretches and lined up metals in one hand, balls and tees in the other to begin our round. I was the last to hit.
When I got up to the tee, I swung the club, made decent contact with my ball and watched it go wildly to the right and out of bounds. This was a strange trajectory and I could hardly believe my eyes as I experienced a could this really be happening moment. The first swing of the day! I declared that I would hit a provisional. It too went far right and landed in the well of a tree – but at least it was a playable lie.
As I walked over to where my first ball disappeared past the dreaded white stakes, I was in disbelief and started noticing pain in my upper right chest and back. I punched out of the tree well and the shot was good enough to land me in a spot where I could at least hit the damn thing with no impediments. I pulled out my hybrid and whacked a solid shot down the fairway closer to the green, grimacing in pain and knowing I already lay 4. It all happened so fast. Crap!
My next shot got me just short enough of the green to require a pitch rather than a chip. I was confident that if I pitched well I could be up and down in two, which is exactly how the hole played out for me. My pitch was a beauty and got me within five feet. I made the putt. Yes I scored seven but it could have been much worse.
Before my pitch onto the green I declared to my playing mates that I might have pulled a muscle. I was in pain and I was going to try to ‘work’ out of it. I knew we’d be playing nine next and if it was too painful, my car was right there in the parking lot and I could drop out.
I teed off on the ninth hole and pulled it far left this time. My second shot pulled left too and I knew then that I couldn’t play. I messed something up between my boob and my back. I wasn’t sure if it was a pectoral, trapezious or latissimus dorci problem but something wasn’t right and my big swings off the tee and in the fairway were not helping. I played out the hole for a double bogey but told the ladies I had to drop out. They understood and wished me well.
Later at home I googled everything I could about my injury which was extremely painful for the first 18 hours. I could hardly move and when I did, I had to take great pains to not aggravate the injury. I couldn’t tell if it was my chest or back muscles and after much clicking around, I discovered it was neither. I aggravated the scalene muscles. I’ve done this before but not to this degree. Usually it just affects whether or not I can turn my neck but this time, the trigger point travelled down my upper chest and inside of my shoulder blade.
I slept on it and woke up very sore. But I found stretches and home care suggestions and did every one of them. I used some ‘biofreeze’ on it, spreading it around the affected area on my back as best I could. It could not have been in a more difficult place to self apply a gel! It is now
3 p.m. the day after and I think it’s feeling quite a bit better. Yes I’ve been taking ibuprofen and lots of it but I really think it’s better.
I’ve been asked to golf tomorrow and I may just try.