So on or about the first of July, I fuck up my back. Not a big fuckup, mind you, just lifted something I shouldn’t have.

THe downside of this has been a couple of weeks of pain. The further downside has been that at, for instance, the Ogmeet, I wasn’t able to enjoy myself as much as I could have, as i was in constant pain. I also spent some evenings this week overdoing it, so that as of last night, percocet was the only thing that would let me sleep.

So today I break away from a conference call at work to visit my chiropracter, and she turned me inside out, hit my spleen with a hammer a couple times, played the xylophone on my ribcage for a while, and then zapped me with electromassage and ultrasound. And as I was walking out of her office, I found I had to hit the can. Hard.

I used the john at the office complex. I used the john at the corner gas station, I used the john at the Dunkin Donuts. I used the john at the Home Depot. I used the john at the Menards. I used the john at the Walgreens. I shat more in that trip home than I’ve shit in a week. It’s as if the back pain was shutting off the urge to shit, and the spinal adjustment turned it back on. Whatever the case, I cannot now stand outside in a stiff wind, because I’m so empty I reverberate lie a bell. If I had anything else to let go of, I would, but I shit things I hadn’t ever eaten. (Circus peanuts? I’ve never even HAD circus peanuts!) I don’t know if this is normal, but I know I’m not, so I’m not concerned.