Yesterday morning I was recruited for one of the many crazy tasks around this house, loading and transporting an extremely heavy entertainment center to a consignment shop. My sister-in-law's fiance and I were the two logical choices because we are two handsome strapping young men, if I do say so myself. We had two supervisors, Sherri and her Dad. Everything went smoothly, until we had to carry it into the shop. I had to duck down 2 inches to get it through the door, and that's when it happened; I have once again hurt my back.
2 inches.
Seems like everything that happens to me on the negative end of the spectrum happens because of a small margin. Either I didn't act quick enough or hard enough, or I acted too quickly and too aggressively. I need some balance in my life, but I think that would probably take a strong back... I'm going to the chiropractor.
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