AN UNORTHODOX CURE — by Steve Nadis
To those of you who’ve read these pages recently, I have complained about back pain–to the point of becoming a pain myself–for the last 10 days. In the dream I had last night, I finally sought some medical care, which is something I haven’t been smart enough to do during my waking hours. I saw a nurse who (in my non-dream life, to the extent that I can differentiate between the two) actually works for my daughter’s public school. She told me the problem wasn’t related to my back muscles at all, but was instead organic in nature and that I would need some potent medication. One therapy called “OH” involved a heavy drug regimen. (I seemed to recall that a 5-year-old girl in our neighborhood had undergone that for some ailment or another.) She recommended another course that was somewhat less grueling. The drug was contained in a hot dog that she gave me to eat. I had a few bites and then got nervous, thinking that maybe I should have talked about the side effects before chomping away. I woke up soon afterwards, feeling anxious about having ingested some unknown chemicals. I got out of bed slowly, as has been my custom over the past week and a half. I don’t know what they put in those hot dogs, but it sure seemed to work. I’ve been standing straighter and walking taller today than I have in a long while. Serve me up another red hot; hold the onions.
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Sounds like your back is feeling better. I hope so.
Yeah, thanks,it is better today. I’m not sure if it had anything to do w/that dream but I’m glad, no matter what, to be standing upright once again.
Just don’t hunch over too long reading a certain article in a certain periodical that’s on the newstands today.
My back once spontaneously improved after a long hike with a backpack. Who knows… My sister’s surgeon told her backs could go out while we sleep at night. Apparently they can go in just the same way. Then again, a physics major once told me that if all the molecules happened to line in the proper orientation at the same time, a frisbee could pass through the wall. What are the odds on that?
Hello Deer Man — Yes backs can be tricky and sometimes a good night’s sleep is just the thing to do you in. I haven’t yet read the article in question about a person whose name I shall not mention (right now), but I am familiar with some of the strange possibilities in the quantum world, penetrating frisbees being the least of it.
About the said article, The New Yorker should have a better artist for the charcteraztion does not at all look like the much talked about gentalman!
Right again, Digs. I don’t know the gentlemen in question but the drawing in the New Yorker looks nothing like the photographs I’ve seen.