back attack

[isom]

+ Whoa, the week flashes by. Mostly work-washed and exhausted, I've been on the run most of the time. It seems as soon as I get home I crawl in my bed for a nap and wake up in the morning with my sheets wrapped like heavy sea-weed arond me. Every morning that I wake up I've had this strang pain in my back, like my spine twisted and a thick block all the way across. It slowly disappears as I move around, but it's really weird and concerns me. It could be my heavy bag that I carry around the city. It could be a crappy matress. It could be latent worry and angst gripping me during sleep. Maybe after the weekend it will be gone. After all, we were getting down some huge boxes for Sae at work and Dustin let it slip (or it shifted) and fell smack on head. It bounced on my head, popping me like an arcade weasel, and then my ears were ringing. Several minutes later my lower back was hurting. I assumed it quickly compressed my spine like a squashed slinky. And here I am now with a sore back. Go figure. I thought it would go away. I thought it was nothing.

x. i.