Injury of the week, assuming that "the week" was last week.
Friday evening, I was lying in bed watching whatever local newscast seemed the least infantile that evening. Because our bed's footboard is 36" off the ground, and what we are using as our television stand is 30" off the ground -- a situation we will hopefully be rectifying when we try again this weekend to go to The Furniture Capital of The World -- my position in bed looked kind of like this:
I am the pink thing, and the pillow is the purple thing, and although you cannot tell it from this picture, the pillow is also beneath my shoulders. (Also, although you cannot tell it from this picture, I was not nude.) So my entire upper body made about a four- or five-degree angle with the bed. At some point, I decided I had the urge to go to the bathroom. (I do not believe one can really decide that he or she have the urge to do anything, but I would much rather write a lengthy explanatory parenthetical than fix that sentence. Anyway.) Anyway, when I was getting out of bed, I did something very bad to the bottom of my pre-butt back, and now, nearly three days later, it still hurts, although it is a fair deal improved from Saturday and Sunday.
Please give me some lovely home remedy to fix my back. Thank you.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
