Sprained my back playing tennis yesterday. My back. The first time this happened was opening night of LEAR, at Milwaukee Rep. Knocked me out for nearly a week. Lenny Banovez covered me as The Fool, and kicked ass. In Milwaukee I had a network of excellent chiros, massage therapists (the intuitive touch of Mark Corkins, most often) and an awesome acupuncturist Id rely on for mending my body whenever I broke it. During the LEAR nightmare, PJ Perry Rockwell, made frequent house calls and charged far too little for the relief he gave. I miss the luxury of having such compassionate caregivers nearby. Ive found a Chiro I like, but I cant get there right now. You see, the slightest motion of my lower body sends my sacrum into a spasm which feels the way I imagine tasing might feel, and lasts for 10-15 excruciating seconds. The upside is it gives me opportunities for perfecting my delivery of the word, F#^K!! So, here am, half dressed, lying in a heap on the living room floor, trying to figure out if I can accomplish anything without triggering the next spaz attack. Im really not into sympathy. Im a lucky guy, with a temporarily mutinous back. If youre inclined to send a word of comfort, please let it be, sucks. A thread that only had that word rolling through it would crack me up! Also, when youre in need of bodywork, please think of using my old network: Mark Corkins, PJ Rockwell, Lychee Wei Betsy Delich Youll be glad you did!
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 17:40:14 +0000