Friday night our Floating RPG Campaign (currently Dresden Files) resumed after a several-month hiatus, and I seized the opportunity to lay my tale (or tailbone) of woe before Dr. Nick. He nodded sagely, stood behind me, moved his hands a little bit along my hips, and asked "What side?".
"Left," quoth I.
"'k." And he immediately dropped a hand a few inches and pushed unerringly at a small spot in the middle of my left ass cheek, whereat I howled like a scalded cat. "Yeah. Piriformis. Do those stretches."
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