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Tag Archives: rehabbing injuries
The older I get, the more I see the adage of “darkest before dawn” being a truism. A certain Zen-master sensibility takes over as I age whenever the fit really hits the shan. “Oh, wow. A gnarly wave of suckage cresting on the right. Head down, hang on, and pray, woman.” When I had that almost-a-major-setback with [...]
You ever have that feeling of, “I want sex. Now.” Well, of course you have. Haven’t we all? Now, how about that feeling coupled with a non-existent desire to masturbate? See, now you understand why I’m confused. Well, I’m not confused now, but a few minutes ago I was, when I was lying in bed, [...]
And I feel fine. Despite that, life, as we know it, will never be the same again. Scientists have made water run uphill. Yes, Chicken Little, that is indeed the sky you see falling. Damn you, Gravity! Even before seeing that, I was having a strange day. For what else can you call a Monday spring [...]