So, like, sitting around on the couch, I somehow threw out my back.

I was all scrunched up and in severe pain. Also, my left arm didn’t work so good.

The lady in my life was all “Tiger Balm Patches!” but I was dubious. For one thing, she believes in chiropractors. I love her, but c'mon. Chiropractors? I’m a man of science.

I was in such pain, though, and she was so insistent that I let her slap one on me.

Nice.

The whole procedure smelled like Mentholatum, but it was still nice.

Two hours later, my back was feeling better. Much better. I got to thinking about the mind/body dichotomy.

Who cares if something is a placebo. If it works, it works.

Consider this a product endorsement, I guess.