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My car was in the garage and the door of my car wasn't open all of the way given that I'd backed in slightly off center and I was carrying a bag that contained a pan of brownies on a cookie sheet, so I was trying maneuver myself, contortionist-like, into the car while bringing the tray up and over my car door and in front of me so I could set it onto the seat.
And then I sat on a stool at a client's office, at a large table proofreading a large document printed out on large pieces of paper, and turns out, stool sitting isn't ideal for a wonky back.
So this morning, with it no better, I tried a couple of Advil.
So I tried sitting, with a pillow folded in half to support the small of my back.
So I tried making my bed, figuring that movement would be good, what with blood flow and all that.
So I tried chicken noodle soup, figuring that if it's good for a cold, why not grumpy muscles?
So I tried turning on a Springsteen disc and cranking the volume and standing in front of a speaker. Surely sound waves of Springsteen would have healing powers.
But the tune I'd turned on – "We Take Care of Our Own" – is instantly dance-y, so I tried moving a bit to loosen up.
So now I've settled on a nip of scotch.
It can't hurt.
At one point, I actually asked my back "What do you want?"
It didn't answer.
But I'm guessing the answer is scotch.