But what the heck, my muscles have felt like piano wires for the last
two months. A ten hour world wind trip
to Fort McMurray on the weekend did not help the Sciatic one bit. And let’s face it, my father in law can be
quite convincing when he wants to be, and he is a chemist. So, with a series of magnets I have now
become his Frankenstein monster for the day.
The sciatic pain was greatly reduced for the most part. The skeptic in
me attributes it to other explanations, none of which are any more
logical. But for now I will sit on these
small magnets as I write this blog and if that doesn’t work, at least they work
great for holding up the kids art on the refrigerator.
What’s next you ask? Sticking my
fingers in light sockets for electroshock therapy, Eating drywall (sorry to
those that actually have that condition) or perhaps what I need most is just
good old fashioned REST.
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