Twisted
In case you're wondering why I'm standing as I type this, it's because my back's gone out again. My chiropractor has explained it to me thusly: there's probably some frayed ligament-type stuff in my lower spine, which leads to instability, which -- given the right combination of torque and exhaustion -- leads to a muscle getting overloaded, which leads to that muscle spasming, which leads to a nerve getting pinched, which leads the nerve to send a signal back to that muscle -- and hey, maybe some other muscles, too! -- to spasm some more, which ...
Well, you get the general idea.
The extra drag of this is that I'm in the middle of visiting a bunch of college campuses, as I work on my upcoming stage monologue about democracy. This week I'll be at the University of San Francisco, attending classes, meeting with faculty and students, and -- on Friday -- improvising on stage for a couple of hours. I've been looking forward to this campus visit for months, and now I can barely tie my own shoes.
My hopes rest in the three "I's": ice, ibuprofen, and ... I forgot the third "I." Irony? Impishness? The International Ladies Garment Workers Union (ILGWU)? Damn, now my brain's slipping, too. ...
If you're at USF this week, be very afraid.
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