Ezakiel

“It’s from stress,” says hubby.

“Childbirth did it to ya,” says the doc.

“Bend your knees before you lift,” says Mom.

“You’ve gotta come back to Yoga,” says my girlfriend.

It doesn’t really matter what caused this shooting pain in my right hip. One thing’s for sure. This pain is camping out for awhile.

Stretching?
Massage?
Orthopedic shoes?

Nothing helps much.

I’ve decide to embrace this pain. Adopt it. Welcome it to its permanent home. Christen it with a name even.

“So, which is it this morning, Ezakiel? White hot spear or electric pitchfork? Come on, the ol’ sciatic nerve is waiting…”

“Slow morning, Zake? Here, let me pick up this wiggly toddler. That outta do it.”

“Come on, girls. Piggy back rides for everybody. Ezakiel’s feeling neglected.”

“Babe, the girls need milk for tomorrow and don’t forget the Bengay for little Zakey.”

“What a horrible night. I was up with Ezakiel 4 times. When do they sleep thru the night again?”

And, I’ll never forget the morning I slept funny and woke with a pulled neck muscle.

“Honey! Honey! I’ve got news!.....Ezakiel’s getting a little brother!”

Hopefully now with some company, he’ll be a little less grouchy, ya think? Nothing like a shooting pain suffering from only child syndrome.