I have a tendency to throw my back out. It’s one of those little life skills you wish you could unlearn.
If pain, as C. S. Lewis asserts, “God’s megaphone to rouse a deaf world,” what ain’t I hearing?
My chiropractor and I, both single, were talking about how one of the harder things about being single is when things do go wrong, there is no one to rely on besides yourself with the day to day tasks. This conversation started by her commenting on my high pain tolerance, and my response that since there was no one else to function for me, I had to do it regardless of how I felt.
While it may seem appropriate for a scholar, walking around in the shape of a question mark is nonideal.