Physical Solutions

My girlfriend, the unwilling star of these reviews, has been working at a restaurant for the past three months. (At her request, I will neither name it or review it. Sorry, Ishka. I would have given your four st… Oh, wait.) Not used to carrying plates, she found that she was getting a strain in her arm. (This might have had something to do with her being an artist, too. I should probably add that as a disclaimer, lest it seem that I’m blaming the restaurant for her injury. Not that it was her drawing arm that… You know, what? I’ll just stop.) Anyway, she eventually decided it was time to see a doctor, especially because every time I grabbed her violently and tried to drag her around in a misogynistic fashion she would complain that I was exacerbating the problem.
Physical Solutions turned out to be the solution and its doctors strapped my girlfriend up for a good, long, sticky week of gluey, bandagey fun. Not only did it clear up her problem, but she let me pull the bandage off, too. Not that my girlfriend is a masochist, of course. She just happens to appreciate the fact that I’m a sadist.