...But Not Too Closely

So I'm in Dublin. And must say the experience at the airport wasn't painful at all.

(Get your mind outta the gutter - no, lube was not involved.)

Before I knew what was happening, I'd disrobed to the extent of shoes, belt, and jacket. Laptops laid bare. And then, in a scene reminiscent of The Fifth Element, I was asked to place my feet over yellow foot prints - which, ironically, looked like footprints with shoes on - and place my hands over my head. Odd stance, that.

"...and stay perfectly still" said the TSA agent. I didn't glance around to see how silly one might look in that pose. Then again, the shifty eyes that might occur from glancing around might be thought of as...

Anyway.

Sadly, I was not asked if I wanted a souvenir photo.

Mike's comment from earlier today did make me think, though. Mayhaps I could save some money by getting my MRI at the airport.

OK, so my back doesn't hurt as much as it did in the latter part of last week. Or at least it doesn't now, with pain killers coursing through my veins. Standing in line at the air terminal, along with sitting in an oh-so-comfortable seat on a CRJ-200 for two-and-a-half hours made me realize more healing is necessary.

The Corona in front of me may help, if only short term.