Moderately Confused by Jeff Stahler for October 20, 2023

I just time the crepitations to the beat of the music.

Or snapping. Or crackling…

That’s why the grands call me Poppy

Obviously not dancing to “let Me Hear Your Body Talk”.

I can feel mine pop, so it doesn’t matter.

Keep that music cranked up in those earbuds and soon you won’t be hearing anything.

Rice Crispy body.

Two weeks ago I ruptured my fascia tendon in the left foot. Yep an audible POP! followed by the instant pain. Not sure any amount of music would have masked my scream!

Crepitation . . . creeping old age? And, by the way, the headache from the music would mask most other pain in about a minute and lower your IQ about 10 points.

That’s just fluid buildup being redistributed. It’s a good thing.

Snap, crackle and POP POP POP!

Last year one of my knees popped so loud it startled my physical therapist. When she asked if it did that often I said, “More so every year and sometimes joined by a chorus of other joints”.

And, of course, so EVERYONE CAN HEAR ME SHOUTING.

She’s never been a fan of “Pop” music.

Is that a recording of Rice Krispies?

I’m pretty sure my neighbors would object to the noise level, either way.

I do that too.