Back

Pain has a really stealth way of sucking all the fun out of anything really really fast.  It is like taking a small child to the doctor’s office that is covered in bright fun colors with a fish tank.  “Oh look at the fishie honey!”  The nurses wear scrubs with cuddly teddies and talk in fun high pitched voices, “Oh what a big boy.  Can I see your arm?”  A jar of lollipops sits on the counter, the reward.  Just as the child is contemplating red or yellow sucker, JAB!

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”  And then a fun scooby doo bandaid gets stuck across the poke hole.  Fat tears stream down the child’s face as he stares at his mother with how-could-you eyes.  Fun?  Gone.

My back hurts.  This makes my head hurt.  This makes me unable to sleep for the past seven days.  This makes me unhappy.  This makes it very much no fun.  Fun packed its bags and left in the middle of the night.  Fun went out for smokes.  Fun found someone younger and prettier. 

Saturday I completed the tempo effort almost in tears.  Tomorrow I go for my first ever chiropractor visit.  When people get old they sometimes get quite mean and grumpy.  Well, that is probably because something hurts.  Daniel in the lion den.

~ by drea on October 27, 2009.