Damn, I am sick of being sick and in pain. Every. Damn. Day… OK, it’s Plan B for now…. Executing Plan B: “OK, pain, let’s rumble.” I plopped onto my couch, thinking like the fearless sleuth that I am, what was Plan B?
I turned onto my side hoping to tilt the pain out of my body, then I quickly rolled left and proceeded to go helter-skelter, misjudging the width of my couch, I accidentally launched myself, missile-like, off the couch onto the floor and halfway onto my dog’s hairy bed.
Instead of tricking the pain out of my body, I ended up looking like a misguided octopus with its tentacles pointing to every different direction in the hemisphere.
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