I don’t know what I did or when I did it but my back has been hurting (twinging in one spot) for two days. I’m pretty sure I’m dying.
It was enough to make me go looking for my ThermaCare heat wraps only to find that I’m all out. I had to go old-school and dig out my old plug-in heating pad that has been in my family for generations passed down from the days of oww.
And as I lay here tethered I realize that maybe an on-the-go heating pad is antithetical to healing. If I’ve learned anything from this pandemic it’s that when you’re sick, stay your ass home. Perhaps when something hurts you should just go sit your ass down somewhere. Is that such a bad thing?
I remember intuitively disliking commercials for cold medicine that encouraged you to take it so you could go back to work, sick. (So capitalist.) As we now know all too well, not feeling the symptoms of an illness doesn’t mean you’re not infectious to others.
While my plug in heating pad is ancient (I can’t control it with an app on my phone) it’s not, in truth, ancestral. My Nana would probably consider it newfangled and fancy compared to her hot water bottle. Sorcery. But it feels good, better than a heat wrap, even though the analog settings are off, low, and broil.
All I need now is a housecoat and a cup of tea.
Leighann Lord is a veteran stand-up comedian, author, and podcaster.