Mauri is no longer alarmed when I tell him I’m going out to the garage to hang myself.
This is my scenic view of the garage ceiling ten minutes twice a day from the inversion table my chiropractor insisted I purchase—and use! I was justifiably skeptical, given the many attempts I’ve made to fix what I thought all along was related to my injury of five+ years ago. Turns out it’s arthritis in my back that makes something bulge (that’s an onomonopia if I ever heard one) that presses on my sciatic nerve that makes standing and walking painful. I try not to talk about this or complain about it (very much), but I have to think about it way too much.
But it’s helping! Which makes me dedicated to hanging myself twice a day.