Okay…who taped a kick-me sign to my back?? It’s not funny guys. Guys…it’s. not. funny.
At this point, I’m about to go all karate jujitsu on the joint-locking destruction that’s been attacking my husband’s back all year! It’s been a long hard row, having him out of commission these past two summers, and the surgery he previously had may have been compromised by a fall he took. It hurts too much for him to walk, so he crawls, as does our health insurance claims for treatment.
Our life is out-of-order, which may only mean we needed it re-ordered anyway.
To the devil on my husband’s back, I tag this sign: My karate chop-