Today

They made tusok-tusok my back with 4-inch needles and at one point I made sigaw "I think you punctured my lung!" and they made tawa. Rehab is fun, you know.

I was diagnosed with fusing cervical spines 4 and 5 in 2012. It's spondylosis aka Gloria Mac Arroyo problem aka overuse of laptop. 

It started as stiff neck in 2007 and 2008. I thought it would go away. 

By 2011, I couldn't sit through meetings without grimacing. 

The office doc told me to get an x-ray. On my birthday (on paper), I worked on the details and read something something something alien alien alien. 

I was told to go to rehab. 

Elections 2013 was bad. I had to stand for over 12 hours working. The following day, my back was really hurting. A chiro had to put my spine back into place. Snap. Snap. Crack. 

I am fucking old. 

Twice a month, I go to rehab. I either get a massage or electrocution and heat treatment. They all make me feel better. 

Today I was introduced to this needle treatment. I said a lot of crazy things which made the PTs laugh. 

I was counting from 1 to 10. I spoke Ilocano. I made fun of the music. "You have music to have sex by," I said, reacting to their sax music. 

The needles made my muscles quiver and I have pictures that show blood somewhere. 

I refuse to look at the pictures. 

Tomorrow I will be better. 

Keber.