My back stopped working on Tuesday morning because I bent over. I became the monkey-man before homo erectus on the evolutionary chart. I became someone who could not round her back, nor twist.
Needless to say, it interferes.
Now I am on muscle relaxers and pain killers. Partly, this is wonderful. I have never slept so much in my life. I have never had such vivid dreams. I am incapable of stress.
Except that lots of times I'm not sure if I'm really seeing things or not. Like, I just saw this commercial I'll call "Be My Bra." I think it was about breast cancer. I think being a bra means being supportive. There were lots of people saying, "I am your bra." People of all ages, races, creeds, sizes and shapes. They were all being bras. Was this real?