(‘Oh, JJ!’ I hear you cry. ‘You haven’t been indulging in
nefarious activities, have you?’ Unfortunately, no. I had merely been painting the
sloping ceiling over the top of the stairwell, which required a certain amount
of leaning backwards and stretching while standing on a ladder. Pity, but there
you are.)
So anyway, simple tasks like tying shoelaces and picking things
off the floor were becoming irritatingly painful, and a remedy was required.
Did I go for painkillers or expensive concoctions? No. I got out the jar of
Tiger Balm.
Tiger Balm is wonderful stuff. Not only did the pain
disappear in seconds, it stayed gone. And it has a heady, healthy smell,
too – camphor, eucalyptus, that sort of thing – so it even clears your head
while it’s mending your back. Who could ask for anything more? I doubt it would
do much for tonsillitis, duodenal ulcers, sticky-out ears or in-growing
toenails, but if you’re suffering the consequences of putting your back into
positions to which it is no longer accustomed (nefariously or otherwise) it’s
magic.
Disclaimer:
Since I’m recommending a medicinal compound here, I suppose
good practice requires me to notify any possible side effects. It has one: it
stains your T shirt yellow, and the stain doesn’t come out completely on the
first wash. It does eventually, though, so that’s OK. And since nobody but me
ever sees my T shirts anyway, it’s doubly OK.
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