When you start your chronic illness journey no one tells you there will be days when your breath is laboured and your back aches and your body sweats but your feet are cold and this doesn’t make you anxious or worried because you know there’s nothing you can do but wait it…
Along with my nightly extended-release Morphine, I just took a muscle relaxer; I have 3 SalonPas patches on various spots on my back; AND I got lidocaine injected into 7 trigger-points (aka humongous knots) in my back today. So, by all intents and purposes, I shouldn’t have any back pain tomorrow AT ALL. Your move, trapezius, ya bastard. (Wait, what’s the plural of trapezius? Trapezii? Whatever. They’re both bastards.)
I don’t care who you are. If your girlfriend falls asleep in your lap, and even after 30 minutes when both of your legs go numb, don’t move. You fucking stay there and appreciate the cute little thing in your lap. If you move you’re weak and natural selection is coming for you.