pro-fete-ic
Friday morning, before the great Independence Day barbecue and subsequent Rockband marathon, I spent four hours bent over, crouching and sweeping as I sought to fill in the crevices of my brick patio with sand (my father having powerwashed the fuck out of it Thursday afternoon). At the time, I was too hot and exhausted to notice the warning signs of the many aches and pains to come; though I doubt forewarning would have made any difference in the result.
For the last two days, I have had numbness and tingling in the toes of my right foot and the thumb of my left hand. Poking around online, it seems like misalignment of the lower spine is a common cause, which seems believable considering the extreme tightness I have been experiencing in that region since waking up yesterday morning. Between this and the crippling muscle soreness in my legs, I find myself hobbling up and down the many staircases in my home, cursing this bitter taste of years to come.
I turn thirty-four this October.
I will be doing so in Vegas.
What remains to be seen is whether the occasion will be marked stumbling around drunk off my ass or pathetically buzzing from slot machine to slot machine in a motorized wheelchair.
For the last two days, I have had numbness and tingling in the toes of my right foot and the thumb of my left hand. Poking around online, it seems like misalignment of the lower spine is a common cause, which seems believable considering the extreme tightness I have been experiencing in that region since waking up yesterday morning. Between this and the crippling muscle soreness in my legs, I find myself hobbling up and down the many staircases in my home, cursing this bitter taste of years to come.
I turn thirty-four this October.
I will be doing so in Vegas.
What remains to be seen is whether the occasion will be marked stumbling around drunk off my ass or pathetically buzzing from slot machine to slot machine in a motorized wheelchair.