~ Coccyx, Coccyx, Coccyx ~

"Get a donut," I was told.
"You need a donut," they all said.
"I don't think so," I said.

I did not see how a donut would protect my sprained coccyx (tailbone).
Seemed to me that the coccyx would be right on the ring of said donut, thereby offering no relief.

Turns out I was right.



There is an item on the market called a coccyx pillow. As soon as I saw a picture of one on the Internets I knew it was the right thing. They run about forty bucks.

I don' wanna spend no forty bucks.
I don' wanna spend nothin'.

So I go out to my shop, find some four inch foam, and sculpt my own coccyx pillow, just like on the Internets, using my grandfather's old 12 point handsaw.




Then I inserted my handywork into one of my grandmother's old pillow cases and folded the end over and fastened it with two safety pins.




I take it everywhere I go.

When I sit on this custom-made pillow my coccyx rests about one inch above whatever I am sitting on, suspended in beautiful, free air.

God I love saying coccyx and not getting in trouble.