If It Doesn’t Come Back
On Sunday I felt a twinge in my back.
Despite rest and exercise and a dose of the massage gun, it didn’t clear up.
By the time I headed for bed on Sunday night, I had a full on backache.
“Hopefully it’ll be better in the morning.”
Turned into:
“Ah, damn, I can hardly stand up.”
“Stay home,” Kathy said.
“And lay around? Nah, it’ll be better if I move around.”
It wasn’t.
And I kept thinking, all day long, that it’ll come around.
Then I had a stray thought:
“What if it doesn’t come back?”
There will come a day when what ails me doesn’t just come around.
Now, I’m not thinking that this back ache will last forever.
I have a massage scheduled and that usually does the trick, but I’ve been lucky. There are people who suffer with things that don’t ever go away.
I have a couple of weeks to go before I have to swing a golf club, but I’ll be ready to go.
Hope so anyway!
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