Throw your back into it

Yesterday started off well enough. I woke up alive. So far so good. Got up and walked to the bathroom. All systems fine. Walked into kitchen to make coffee. I had no sooner reached the counter when ZAAAAAPPPPP! A LIGHTNING BOLT OF WHATHEFUCKNESS hit my spine and caused the whole middle/upper portion of my back to seize up. This is what we call "throwing out your back" and it's a super power you achieve if you're blessed with a bad back/injury/pissed off a god somewhere, etc. What follows is a stream of expletives, a scan of any recent things you may done to piss off a god, a brief suspicion of which god you pissed off and an acceptance that whatever plans you had for the day just got shot to hell.

I felt glad it was upper middle Earth that got bolted and not lower back. Lower back means you can't walk or stand up straight and you are now Igor so go lay down. Middle upper means you can still walk like a robot leaving a car wreck and don't even think about turning or twisting and you should probably lay down but then get back up.

So here we are. Day 2 of bullshido. It's usually a 3 day dance with TENS units and balms and "f you stupid back" conversations to your spine.

TENS unit in effect!

I have virtual bass lessons today and some computer work to knock out. I will not be deterred! I've done this dance with back injuries so long I've got the treatment down to a science. Whaddya do? Keep on keeping on, that's what.

Enjoy movement and pain free days if you have them, they really are a gift!

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