Be careful what you brag about.

While talking to my friend The Redhead last night, I told her about how my back is feeling really good and I rarely have trouble with hand numbness during the night anymore — because I’m being so gosh darn good about taking care of myself.

We got off the phone between 9 and 9:30 p.m. then another friend called to chat and make arrangements for some horseshoeing. By the time we got off the phone, it was time I started wrapping up the evening and getting ready for bed by 10:30 p.m. — because that’s what people who take care of themselves do. Go to bed at a respectable hour.

Of course, they also take the time to do some exercises and stretches before the end of a day that included, among other work, almost two hours of lugging a backpack sprayer around spraying weeds. Because, of course, people who are so gosh darn good about taking care of themselves that they brag know that packing the sprayer’s weight on their shoulders while bending their head down constantly to look for weeds on the ground puts a strain on the neck and upper thoracic — the area from whence flow the nerves governing the numbness of one’s upper limbs and shoulders.

Braggarts know these things, really.

And yet, I didn’t stretch. I didn’t even take ibuprofen. I just went to bed. Then woke up two hours later to change position. And again every hour to 20 minutes after that until I got up at 4:30 a.m., in the morning, before actual daylight, because by then I could only toss and turn.

This is the bad thing about not being sick: totally couldn’t sleep during the day to make up for the sleepless night which was due to working too hard because I felt good. Makes your head spin a little, doesn’t it.

From now on, I’ll only brag about my humility at: pam(at)