Distorting the World View

Oi, something seems to have happened to Plotnik's neck. This has happened before, and he knows what he should be doing about it -- core strength. The lower back controls everything, sooner or later. The program starts now.

It probably also has something to do with mashing up that big toe a few weeks ago -- everything has been thrown slightly out of kilter.

But in the meantime it is harder to move around, being very careful not to step incorrectly, and not to slouch in front of the computer, and not to pedal grimacingly up a hill. He is trying to avoid taking Advil, but the problem is Advil works.

And there is the other problem that the airplanes and other ab-and-back strength exercises tend to make his neck and shoulder feel worse. Professionals should be involved, but...you know. To do that, Plotnik would have to enter the World of the Ill, and he is very very disinclined to do that. Very very.

Meanwhile, brother Shmeckl turns just-shy-of-a-Big-One-that-ends-in-Zero tomorrow, and nephew Staubach-Nik turns 45(!) next week. Grampy Plotnik turns 117 on Saturday, but he's going to have to blow out his own birthday cake.

Getting older seems to involve new aches and pains, if you're lucky and that's all you have to deal with. Mummy P. went to Cousin Two Point Eight Names's baby shower last weekend and she found herself having to deal with the dilemma of a long stairway up to the party room and the bathroom back down at the bottom of that same stairway, and no elevator, and no bathroom upstairs. In the end she had to go downstairs to the bathroom, but then couldn't get back upstairs to the party. So Cousin Brother Two Names had to leave the party and drive her back home. Mummy P. felt bad about it, but what can anyone do?

You certainly can't blame young people for not thinking about these possibilities when they plan events. They just haven't been there. Yet.

Man, a sore neck tends to distort your world view. So says Plotnik.