I got tennis elbow from fapping

Believe it or not, but I got tennis elbow from fapping. I didn’t even know this was the kind of thing that could happen. Yet a well trained physician diagnosed me after a thorough examination and weeks of pain. Somehow I will make it through. Since lateral epicondylitis doesn’t interfere with typing, I will tell you how it all went down.

If you’ve read any of my words here over the last few years then you have to know that I love sex. Actually I love to bust nuts and blow loads. So I enjoy a good self-induced stroke session as much as any guy with two working wrists.

Sure I fuck a lot. I get a lot of blow jobs and hand jobs too. I think I’ve jizzed in the company of at least 70 women this year. And it’s only September! So that ought to let you know that I get busy. But I stay busy too. So in between getting fucked and sucked, I spend significant time watching porn and jacking my dick.

I don’t just pull my pud for a quick stroke off either. I like to break out the lube or lotion and really go at it. In order to extend the pleasure and stay prepared for future excursions, I usually edge. Sometimes for hours at a time! But I don’t always end with a mess on my hands. Many times I just pump off long enough to fill my nuts with cum. Then I head out into the world looking for some hole in need of filling.

Injured by self pleasure

So how did I get tennis elbow? Apparently it was the result of these drawn out masturbation sessions. But despite my superior intellect, I wasn’t able to figure that out at first. You see, I’ve been fucking my own fist for as long as I can remember. But the pain in my elbow only popped up recently.

I was in a Hong Kong high-rise hotel when it kicked in. I distinctly remember waking up with a throbbing pain in my left arm. I just wrote it off to the mattress or falling asleep too hard on my arm. After all I just finished a long flight in from America days earlier. After a couple of nice hot body washes and massages at some Macau sex saunas the pain went away. So I forgot about it.

Then on the ferry ride back to Hong Kong I noticed a weird pain in my elbow when I bent my arm to eat a sandwich. See, if you take the upper class seat on the ferry they give you a box lunch. You barely have time to eat it. And the motion of the ocean can make you sick when smell the jail-style food they throw in there. But that’s neither here nor there. The point is that I couldn’t even put a slice of bread to my mouth without getting pangs in my left elbow.

The pain came and went over the next few days. Though I would often get a dull pain whenever I bent my arm. It was nothing too bad. But enough to notice and interfere with my normal life. So when I arrived in Bangkok a week later, I booked an appointment at Bumrungrad.

Thailand is easing my pain

Back in America my close friend tells me he pays a staggering $800 a month for health insurance. With that he gets to pay an additional co-pay whenever he visits a doctor. It usually takes him months to get an appointment. And when he finally gets in the office, he has to deal with fat ugly nurses with bad attitudes and dismissive doctors who look like they would rather be playing golf. How fucked up is that?

Lucky me. I was able to book an appointment at Bumrungrad a day after I arrived in Bangkok. On the morning of my appointment, I walked past a bunch of ladies in burqas and straight to the Starbucks in the lobby of the hospital. Then I took an elevator up to a nice clean area when I signed in. Within minutes I was called back to see a beautiful Thai nurse. She took my vitals then led me directly to the doctor’s office.

I won’t bore you with all the details. But the smiling friendly doctor was very caring. It didn’t take him long to get down to diagnosing the problem. When he told me it was “tennis elbow” I replied that I never played tennis. In fact I find it to be a boring elitist pastime, but I didn’t bother letting him know. The doctor indicated that tennis elbow was just a common name for an injury that is caused by repetitive motion. I asked, “like jacking off?” Though I used the Thai phrase “chak wao.”

He turned, looked at me for a second, then let out a big laugh. “Yes, maybe that could do it,” he said. We joked around a while in the way that only happens in this part of the world. Then he told me about treatments. What is it going to take? Some rest on my left arm. Some different exercises. And even though he probably thought I was joking, I will lay off of the fapping for a while.

In the meantime I am going to enjoy my time in Bangkok with a lot of “hands free” entertainment. I will probably end up hitting each and every blowjob bar in Bangkok. And I will probably repeat at some of my favorites like Duangporn Haven and Vovo. After all, I’ve conditioned myself to cum at least twice a day. I am not going to stop just because I blew out my elbow.

Nor will I switch to right hand fapping. I did enough of that when I was young. Using a mouse to scroll through endless amounts of porn not only rotted my brain. It also made me into a dedicated left hand dick masher. I am not going to relearn the art of wiener whacking just because of a lame injury. I will return in the future. Stronger than ever and with a renewed sense of urgency. My meat will be beat!