Not looking for sympathy
Since I know a few people who suffer far worse than me. Barbara for one, and Mr Stuart for another. But for the last few days I've been crippled by a terrible pain in my left shoulder and back. It's easing off now, but the weekend was misery - OK standing, but sitting down was very uncomfortable and lying down to sleep virtually impossible.
Where this mysterious affliction came from I've no idea. Maybe it's some kind of karmic balance in action, to counteract my good mood from earlier in the week. Certainly I've not done anything strenuous enough to pull muscles, and I've not changed my routine overmuch either. And yet it feels like someone has stabbed me in the back and is trying to lever my shoulder-blade out of place.
So own up now. Who's got that voodoo doll of me? And could you stop sticking pins in it now. You've made your point. And jealousy's such an unproductive emotion.
Where this mysterious affliction came from I've no idea. Maybe it's some kind of karmic balance in action, to counteract my good mood from earlier in the week. Certainly I've not done anything strenuous enough to pull muscles, and I've not changed my routine overmuch either. And yet it feels like someone has stabbed me in the back and is trying to lever my shoulder-blade out of place.
So own up now. Who's got that voodoo doll of me? And could you stop sticking pins in it now. You've made your point. And jealousy's such an unproductive emotion.
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