He’s laughing somewhere…
A little while ago my friend Tony passed away. A long time atheist, he didn't believe in an afterlife. "If there is an afterlife," he would say to me, "I'm coming back to haunt you."
I've been on medication that leaves my joints aching and my muscles stiff and weak. The doctor recently halved my dosage so I'm hoping for some relief soon. However, this morning while bending over a box of loose ends, my back went out. Anyone who's had a muscle spasm in their back knows just how debilitating that is. D rubbed it for me for a bit before I had to get dressed and head to work.
My lower back is still very stiff and sore. I don't feel like I'm standing completely upright. Earlier today, while gingerly making my way to the bathroom, my gait reminded me of the way Tony walked. Come back to haunt me indeed.
Tony, I blame you for this.