“Not the legs! Not the legs! Not the legs! DON’T TOUCH THE LEGS…”
Those were the cries that came out of our bedroom on Sunday night.
No — it wasn’t anything the least bit untoward and it wasn’t even good, married sex. It was me in agony when my lower back went into spasm and I needed help moving from the floor of the bedroom onto our bed. I had to summon AP when I was frozen in pain and he mistakingly grabbed my legs to push them into a less awkward position.
It all came about when we decided to paint the garden fence on a sunny afternoon. We painted and painted and when we finished, the painting was over but I was hobbling. And when the evening sun went down, that’s when the cryin’ started.
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Too bad, I dumped all my oxycontin down the toilet recently. Although, I’m not sure it would be legal for me to send them to you.
Oh, and stretch next time before painting. Or do like I did. I have a guy outside right now painting my fascia for a small compensation.
Yes — as far as I know you’ve stayed out of prison thus far, Alan. It wouldn’t be worth it. As for me — I’ve got the good old NHS and they’ll give me some muscle relaxers to help…although it’s getting a bit better.
Bet that’s the last time you paint a fence. Come to think of it, painting is one of the things I did before my back went on a bend…
Oh! Sympathy on the back pain.Pleased to hear it’s improving. A chiropractor I know says: “be kind to your spine -it’s the only one you’ve got”