the chronicles of limp support

a truck nap tragedy

This Friday my dad and I will be Swedish.

Well not really Swedish. But how we move will sound Swedish.

Let me explain.

My back decided that spasms were on trend and between that and Dad's bum knee, our "moån och shuff-løn" is less a joke and more a prophecy. No Ikea lunch for us foten drar gamla fisar.

Bad joke?

Nope.

Dad joke.

I come by them honestly.

Just like my sore back.

I could blame it on the bike rides. I could blame it on the sunshine. Or, I could blame it on the boogie.

I can’t blame my pain on the rain in Spain that falls mainly in the plains.

Yes, this was an unnecessary digression.

I’m hopped up on Robax and am lost in my own text.

So let’s return to the cause of my back pain.

It was caused by strain.

I worked too hard moving wood and flipping massive maple rounds this weekend.

That was probably how things began.

But the acute pain is a result of rest.

Some might call this a sleeping injury.

That’s not accurate though. My back pain is a result of an unsupported nap.

After riding with Z…