Seriously, every day there’s a new ache or pain. Things that never hurt when I was younger now hurt if I think about them wrong.
Body on Monday: “So we’re taking a step today, are we? Not without your ankle suddenly feeling like a knitting needle is being driven through it for the next week”.
Body on Tuesday: “Sneezed, huh? Enjoy the feeling of your lower trapezius muscles being ripped from your back!”
Body on Wednesday: “Did you turn your head slightly to glance over that way? Boy, you don’t like this neck, do you?!”
Body on Thursday: “Yeah, nothing fancy today. Just flaring up this old back injury, because you turned over in your sleep”.
It fucking hurts.
Seriously, every day there’s a new ache or pain. Things that never hurt when I was younger now hurt if I think about them wrong.
Body on Monday: “So we’re taking a step today, are we? Not without your ankle suddenly feeling like a knitting needle is being driven through it for the next week”.
Body on Tuesday: “Sneezed, huh? Enjoy the feeling of your lower trapezius muscles being ripped from your back!”
Body on Wednesday: “Did you turn your head slightly to glance over that way? Boy, you don’t like this neck, do you?!”
Body on Thursday: “Yeah, nothing fancy today. Just flaring up this old back injury, because you turned over in your sleep”.
And so on …