Jul 25, 2009
The Marathon in My Sleep
Ah…cryptic title…the blog’s friend. 
What do I mean by “the marathon in my sleep”? Well, that is how I’m describing what I did while I was sleeping last night. Because somehow I managed to tweak the crap out of my back last night.
In my sleep.
I really should have studied kinesiology or anatomy or osteopathy or something in college, just so I could know how I did this while sleeping. (Any med students, doctors, PAs, or nurses out there want to tell me what field of study “straining your frakking back sleeping” would fall under?)
But since that is a gap in my knowledge, I choose to believe I ran a marathon. Or I did 100 crunches. Yeah. Sounds reasonable.
Shut up.
My body knows not to waste valuable time just lying motionless. You gotta move, baby!
Now to look like a zombie or Quasimodo and shamble over to the bathroom for a nice, long, hot shower (I’ll have the cleanest upper-right back in THE WORLD) and a generic naproxen.
Yours in hunchback,
Matt
PS: I always did, and perhaps still do, think DOs were, in some way, cooler than MDs. Same study path, but the DOs have that extra, cool bone manipulation curriculum. And, well, Jane Smith, DO, just looks a bit different and cool.
That’s weird. Is it better after the shower?
.-= LostFoundAgain´s last blog ..Friday night, Saturday morning =-.
Yeah. I recently got a newer, more powerful showerhead installed. It felt nice on my back. Sure I wasted some water…but it felt nice.
.-= Fortran´s last blog ..Turning in My Man Card =-.