See, If You Were To Seriously Injure YOURself, I'd Do The Same For You. Honest!

Amanda hurt her back, yesterday. I mean, she really hurt her back. And shoulders, and waist, and all that stuff. Seriously. OW.

I offer my sympathies, and, well, this:

The Sore Tyger (With apologies to William Blake)

Tyger! Tyger! Wracked in pain
Of moderate muscle strain
What immortal hand or balm
Could ease thy woeful injury?

In what far hospital wing
Did your stretching muscles sing
Warnings that the weight was great?
No nurse did anticipate?

Now what shoulder, & what hip.
Could twist and cause a trembling lip?
And when thy nerves began to burn
What dread nurse to help in turn?

What the boyfriend? What the Dad?
One to laugh and one was glad
Bringing meals and hiding shoes
Lest you run, compound the bruise

When the milligrams were took
And horse pill eased your pain, forsook
Did you smile at the cease?
What made you of your job’s release?

Tyger, Tyger Stuck at Home
Urging fast to rise and roam
What faithful friend or word
Could ease thy woeful injury?