The proper response, of course, is “Don’t do that.”
It is not, however, a particularly useful response, but there it is. This morning, about two and a half hours into the workday, I picked up a box of forms, and suddenly froze in position: I could move, sort of, but I really didn’t want to, because when I did, I felt waves of distress cascading across my shoulder blades.
Don’t worry. Take a deep breath. So I did. And it hurt worse.
After about half an hour of wondering just what it was I’d done, I was packed off to some industrial clinic, where I was informed that it was just a strain, nothing more. They gave me a bottle of muscle relaxants, and the above advice: “Don’t do that.”
If there’s one thing I hate, it’s being reminded that I’m nowhere near as indestructible as I’d like.