I am on a massage table. There is a sumo wrestler sized woman on my back, she is pinning me down. In her massive hand she has two gigantic syringes. She injects them into the vertebrae in my neck. I wake up unable to move. Unable to get back to sleep, the pain is excruciating.
And this has been the drama for several years now. It's no wonder really after the leap off the bridge, forty feet down and sober. Idiot!
After years, fifteen or more, concrete floors: Bakery shops, hair salons, grocery store check-out, fifteen years.
The car accident, the situation with the spinal meninges which we are forbidden to discuss; if we do we must face involuntary commitment and not to a man or anything as pleasant as that.
I saw my chiropractor in town a few weeks ago. I told her that I had recently returned to full time on my feet work and that I should have been realigned first, but I've not had alot of time lately.
She said I need the shoes that rock. She forgot what they were called.
Friends, listen up.
If you have chronic neck pain, back pain or pain haunts your every thought as it did mine up until last Monday, I have three letters of advice (and I am not getting any kick backs, I just love them and you too):
Shoes that rock! Not kidding!
Yes they cost as much as my son's new car(seriously).
Yes the shoe salesperson comes out of the back room with a pair in your size in one hand and a hand saw in the other to collect the fee of an arm and a leg, but so worth it.