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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Latissimus Dorsi

Latissimus dorsi

Them's fancy words for the large muscle in the back.

In all my years of sports, soldiering, work, play and living in general I have never have it 'catch' like it did last night. I haven't been to sleep since 0430 yesterday morning, even a bullet didn't hurt as much as my back did last night for no good reason.

Went to the family doctor and when I got there they had pulled the Mrs., chart - you know the one that takes a forklift to lift and is thicker that War and Peace in Russian in Braille and that's just volume one of it - instead of mine - the one that a slight breeze would blow away, I don't make it to the doctor all that much - and had to wait while they went to the lower vault to look under the mountain of dust and cobwebs there to find it ... like I said I don't make it to the doctor all that much because I am rarely ill, but when I am ... I am!

The result of this visit is I am in no more pain at the moment ... good drugs will do it every time. In fact I do not feel my back at all, it's like it is literally not there. Of course as Pink Floyd once said my hands feel like lead balloons.

Word to the wise: Don't ever pull your Latissimus dorsi!

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