The trip to Costco over the weekend was a particularly heavy one because we let our stores fall so low. $200 there equates out to a LOT of stuff. Not to mention the stuff my dad bought.
The nice employee boxed our stuff up but used a rather large boxes.
It was heavier than I could have should have lifted – and once I heaved the biggest box up out of the cart and twisted to toss it into the back of the car I had that pause… that.. “Oh shit – that was REALLY heavy.”
I didn’t think another thing about it… Until later that night when right side of my back just below my shoulder blade started to vaguely ache.
It’s progressively gotten stiffer and more achy through the week – leaving me last night too uncomfortable to play XBox Live and walking around with a slight Quasimodo posture.
I’m not in unbearable pain… Just really uncomfortable…. and that’s nothing compared to the discomfort over worrying that I’m going to wind up like my father… in my mid-fifties with a fucked back and permanently jacked-up on pain-killers.
I’ve never been able to discern between other people’s wisdom and self-fulfilling prophecies.
More than one person told me on my birthday: “At 33 you’ll start noticing the aging process.”
You can’t prevent the inevitable – but damn it – I intend to gracefully kick and scream the entire way.
I’m not blogging – I’m looking for ibuprofen.
