Revolt of the voodoo dolls

My body appears to be in full revolt the last month or so.

First I pulled a muscle so badly in my knee (as a special auxiliary to the ongoing arthritis I've had there since my early 20s) that I had to take a couple of days off work because I couldn't get around. Knee's better now.

Then I pulled a muscle in my neck that caused serious problems. I have an ancient neck injury so when the neck starts going wonkers I worry that whole syndrome might start up again, but fortunately, not this time. Neck's better now.

Last week I had intestinal difficulties (there was stress involved) and general creeping and crawling anxiety. Guts and anxiety are sorta better now.

Then last night for no apparent reason as I walked out of Barnes and Noble to my car, my back went out on me. I'm still able to get around, but I have to baby it.

Next Friday I get to have a crown on one of my molars, too. (But actually, I hadn't been to the dentist in a decade and that was the only tooth that had problems. I think I got off lucky on one that one.)

I'm beginning to think someone has a voodoo doll with my name on it.

Still, it could be so much worse. Makes appointment with gut doctor.

And iTunes random shuffle has a very ironic sense of humor.