After weeks of pain and now a 2-hour exam involving poking, pulling, twisting, squatting and numerous x-rays, I finally have a medical diagnosis for my lower back problems.
Apparently, I’m overweight and I drive too much.
Thank you science!
After weeks of pain and now a 2-hour exam involving poking, pulling, twisting, squatting and numerous x-rays, I finally have a medical diagnosis for my lower back problems.
Apparently, I’m overweight and I drive too much.
Thank you science!
I’ve been up most of the night with customer issues for work. In the 2 hours I got to sleep, I dreamed I was a Scientist who was studying my own superhuman healing powers, before I was shot five times by a street thug during a robbery of my lab. My healing powers struggled to overcome the injuries and I eventually passed out at the opening of an alley, just as Tony Stark and Bruce Banner stumbled by after a long night of drinking. I was whisked away and drifted in and out of a montage of hospital scenes. Apparently now I’m an Avenger. In my dreams. Literally.
Danger Monkey, age 8: “I’d like to play in that trench.”
Me: “Actually, we call those ravines or maybe gully. A “trench” is something that was dug by people.”
DM: “The deepest known spot on Earth is the Marianas Trench. It is located in the Pacific Ocean and it was not dug by people.”
Me: (slow blink)
Me: “Yes, you are absolutely correct. Call it whatever you want. Now go get dirty.”
And he did.