I've been mistaken for a woman three times in the last week.

Usually, I hear an "Excuse me, Miss" or "What will you ladies be having today?" or "Mam, you forgot your wallet" and then I sigh and prepare to turn around, knowing the crestfallen embarrassment that will follow and all the apologies that will lurch forth.

Maybe I just should accept the fact that I look like a woman from behind. After all, it's what drshorn has been whispering in my ear for the last few years.

Speaking of the Good Doctor, he's been a ball of crazy funmaking this week. I may have to start calling him Mad Doctor Shorn.

But how is my back and the long string of cursing and multiple uses of the word "fuck"? How is that going?

Last night, I think it hit a new peak. Usually, this muscle spasm thing is like having a baby poke you in the back over and over and over and over again in the same spot for hours and days until you want to scream, "I'll tell you anything you want to know! Just stop it!"

Last night, it was like a baby gorilla was punching its fist into my kidneys, painful, severe, random. When that happens, it causes my voice to suddenly get louder and higher at odd moments, so that I sound like Jerry Lewis.

"Well I was talking to the nice LADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDY on the phone and she said I could move my appointment."

Today, however, I woke up and the pain storm seems to have mellowed. However, it's cranky and easily upset and always seems on the verge of owie, like Seattle and the rain. I'm giving it a good sleep tonight in hopes of a full recovery by the weekend.

But what of prevention? Aye, there's the rub. Twice a month, it's the rub in fact. On top of my bimonthly massage routine, I am seriously thinking of adding some chiropractic work because I suspect I have some really funky hip action going on. In the larger picture, I've made some purchases to better my driving seated posture and have tweaked my seated programming posture and have been mindful of my sofa seated posture.

The biggest problem is all that seated posture stuff. And although I do have some fun, big plans to be more active in spring and summer (emphasis on fun), I'm really a lump of out-of-shapeness now and now is when I have to start working on it. And as much fun as I have joking about it, it's only half funny. The other half is unhealthy. Honestly, I'm sick of feeling this way so often and I'm sick of what that tells me in regards to how I see and hold my body. Body image issues abound for me this year, and that tells me that it's time to start working on the goal I seem to conveniently be forgetting about.

I'll heal this and then we'll see about resuming my walking, which I loved so much last fall. Stretching and movement will follow.

Oh, and I have been wearing my hats, thank you for asking. It's snowing at the moment in Seattle.

And then there is creative space, of which I've had none lately, because again my body pain/sickness is halting me from having it. But I have been thinking about it and processing through it. And what I've been thinking about is that three hours is a very hard thing to schedule on a weeknight. So these little chunks of time are getting slimmer too. Less time more often. Why, that's almost like a practice! Somebody tell Becky!

It's also interesting, and something that I realize now that I have to just accept, that every week I think "Man, I did A LOT this week" and look to the next week to find it empty. Two days later, that week is filled up as well. It's challenging these days, as we soak into an early spring, to keep a good balance.

I think I must be a busy, social guy.

But I'm no lady.