My knee brace, my friend. |
Can you relate? Got any lingering high school sports injuries? Formerly broken wrists an ankles that now predict the weather? Are you getting older and remembering a younger body that didn't ache all the time? Me too!
Imma get real with you right now and reveal my tumultuous affair, my longterm on-again off-again romance: Ibuprofen. I love you. I hate you. I love to hate you.
Relationship status: It's complicated.
Dextre likes to joke, How can you tell you're an antique acrobat? You have a favorite pain killer! And we do. Vitamin I.
I felt this relationship deserved some bad poetry. If you like bad poetry, you're in luck, here it is.
Ibuprofen my old friend
I must rely on you again
Because my joints they are creaking
It’s your comfort I am seeking
To relieve all these aches & pains
But they remain
And the pain
Settles in, gets cozy
In careful steps I hobble on
Haven’t had a dose since dawn
Anti inflammatory properties
Are exactly what I need
But your side-effects scary
So be wary
Stomach ulcers, why bother?
Sweet relief it comes to me
4-6 hours I am free
Of the swollen, aching throb
That all too often comes to rob
Us of our peace and clarity
Listen to me
Advil PM
For the win
And a brief look, throwing it way back to this first person aerial silk routine and one of the many reasons I rely on NSAIDs
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