Ouch.

Dear body: Please stop the hurting. Love, Me.

My lower back is tweaked out again. The painkillers have worn off, and I’ve maxed out the dosage for this 24 hour period. I had thought that I was healing while walking around Boston with technolope, but no … I was simply distracted by good conversation for the moment. I am not currently distracted. Even the near legendary stretching techniques which redmed taught me the last time this happened do not seem to be having much effect … though I really like saying “moo” and “meow” in time with the “cat” and “cow” stretches.

Perhaps worse than feeling like something that hurts a lot, I also feel like a moron. Pathetic how a little distraction like muscle pain drops my capacity for coherent thought by a sizable chunk. Maybe I’m being encouraged to find empathy for people who live with this sort of thing all the time. Maybe this will give me an opportunity to learn greater mental focus.

Maybe I just need to avoid tweaking out my back at karate in the future.

Moo. Meow. Goodnight.