A Pain in The….
Sergei threw his back out yesterday. In a weird and unexpected way. Poor thing was hobbling around last night, even to Important Local Government Function, and I could tell it was hurting. He dosed up with meds, but nothing seemed to work.
This morning, by the time I drug my sorry ass to work, my own back had seized up something fierce, and neither caffeine nor ibuprofen is helping. Not even that cat-cow yoga stretching thing. Not even visualizing the pain away.
Are back problems contagious? I mean, when Sergei’s back was in bed last night, could the Back Germs have crawled over to me and attached themselves to my spine with their tentacle-like pinchers?
It was because when I crawled in bed last night, bare-ass nekked except for socks on my chilly feet, I tuned in to a show on Discovery Health Channel that had the coolest 3-D x-ray spec pictures of sex, sexual organs, sexual whatnot, which consequently led my imaginative brain to carry out dreams wherein I was swinging on a sex trapeze, in the middle of a forest, all light green like an old photo, with various folks walking around in states of undress and arousal, and...finding myself in bed this morning in the most contorted position ever?