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The return of the backache.
Had an one hour nap around 4pm. Woke up and was on my way out for a run when I felt my lower back scream. The lower back, the height where the top of your pants hit. Of course this is by definition of how normal people wear their pants. Unless you are like Steve Urkel...
Family Matters! Such an old classic. So I stuck one of those ointment plasters (which my popo so lovingly bought a packet of five for me the last time) on the area and hoped for the best. Still hoping, because the pain hasn't really subsided, just a little less hurting. Can't be my sleeping posture. I hate it. It affects the hell out of me, and affects my daily runs. Which is also why I don't wanna try out those extreme or seemingly hardcore sports, because I'm afraid my body might not be able to take it, or just cry out halfway. Then I'd have to quit, and that would be so not enjoyable, plus embarassing. Sucky evening. Well it's less than 24hours to the screening of THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW. Been thinking about it one week ago. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. triggering Mr Ng HS |
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