I have been in some pain as of late and its due to a pesky thing called exercise. I was “working out” in the apartment gym if you count walking on a treadmill and trying to figure out machines but mostly minding my own business when a very nice dude offered to help. I thought he was going to interpret the hieroglyphics on the side of my current machine but no.
It turns out I was in the presence of a wannabe personal trainer who wanted to introduce me to the wonders of the kettle bell. Things were going great as I moved this stupid looking weight around in the air until I heard a pop. I’ll spare you the boring pain details and the new life contortions I experienced this week but shit hurts.
I think I could be on the brink of a personal opioid crisis. If someone would have come up to me on Wednesday and offered me a pill that could potentially bring my whole life crashing down around me but make the pain go away I might have started with a half. Don’t worry things have subsided but I went to a chiropractic witchdoctor this morning and I feel much better.
Between the bone cracker and my edible supply I’ll be just fine. I need to drift back to sleep now because I can. Good day.