Sister’s fiance (let’s call him Carpenter, since that’s what he was for a long time) dry heaves whenever anyone mentions vomit or poop. Just saying the words will send a visible shiver down his spine. It’s pretty priceless. Carpenter can be a pretty tough guy, but then he’s also allergic to a ton of stuff (like tomatoes), and has a ton of old injuries that make him wince whenever he stands up, sits down, jogs, coughs, etc. He’s like an old man at mid-thirty. Sister used to run cross-country, so her knees are shot, and her finger knuckles are all permanently swollen from cracking them all the time and jamming them while playing basket ball. The two of them. Fallin’ apart.
Still, in a pinch, they’re both totally on my zombie apocalypse survival team for their self discipline, intelligence, and short-term physical abilities. Regardless of their rapidly deteriorating bodies, they’re very coordinated and physically capable people. I figure by the time their joints fail us, we’ll have already set up an impenetrable base of operations, been airlifted to safety, or eaten alive. But they’re both pretty bossy. That would be a lot of people trying to pull rank on each other. Hmmm… I’ll have to give that some thought.
Speaking of body parts going bad, I was at kung fu last night and while I was doing a sweep, my left shoulder slipped almost out of its socket. I felt it start to go, heard a click and relaxed my body to take pressure off of it so it would go back in. It’ll hurt for about a week, it isn’t the first time this has happened. I need to start doing some exercises to strengthen both my shoulders. They click when I sleep on my sides. Bleh.