The 6 Advil and 4 Tylenol just kicked in and I am once again reduced to a heap of useless flesh. Oh, how humbling is the SEARING PAIN! How humbling it is when it hurts to type; to raise my arms; to sit; to exist.
The culprit? I remember it being my forth or fifth vertebrae. For some reason I cannot explain, I cannot seem to do the shrug (exercise for the trapezius [: a large flat triangular superficial muscle of each side of the upper back]) without occasionally… twisting the vertebrae. Image your spine like this ||||||||. What happens to me is this |||\||||. I need to crack the vertebrae back into place. My 4:00pm appointment at the physiotherapist should get this accomplished. It should cost $55. I have this thing when it comes to paying for the reduction of pain and suffering. Not that I mind paying for it, it’s just that, well, what if I didn’t have the coin? I could never let someone suffer knowing that I could help them. When I used to smoke, my cigarettes were always everybody’s cigarettes because no should have to suffer without, at least, not unless we all did.
Throb… throb… throb… it is so taxing. HUMBLE PIE!!!! Take a moment, as you read this, to acknowledge that there is no SEARING PAIN in your body and THANK “the powers that be (a.k.a. G.O.D.)” fort that simple pleasure/honor/grace. This is the second time this happens to me. This is the LAST TIME. I will either a) never do a shrug again or b) learn about the back.
I’ll need a book.
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