is for somebody to comfort my strained, overworked muscles with Counterpain. A week of bowling, basketball, captain’s ball, mahjong, shopping and teaching has officially rendered me an invalid. A couch potato can be so vulnerable when made to face the bump-and-grind of a less sedentary lifestyle.
Sob, my body is crying out for a massage!
I don’t know how I’m going to stick out the coming five days of pushcart tending: apart from attending to customers, I foresee myself staring blankly at my laptop screen as my photos get uploaded and writhing in suppressed agony as my muscles moan in pain.
Wish me luck.