It's stupid because I stood there looking at the subwoofer, thinking to myself, "Now, how should I get this thing out of the box?"
I knew what needed to be done, but, in the end, laziness toppled sense and I proceeded to (very carefully) disregard everything I know about lifting things: Bend your knees, keep your back straight, etc.
I didn't feel a thing when it happened. In fact, I thought to myself, "Hey, this is easier than I imagined."
It wasn't until I had the PSB SubSeries 5i out of its box and on the floor in front of me that, with an "Aw crap" and an "Oh that hurts," I realized I'd done something bad.
I walked around the kitchen a few times, calling myself names, trying to wish the pain away. When I realized I couldn't bend over at all, and that the pain was absolutely fricking excruciating, I decided to call my friend, Allison, a physician's assistant at Jersey City Medical Center.
"Hey, Stevie. Long time, no see. How are you?"
"Eh, I'm alright. What are you up to?"
"I'm just checking out apartments on Craig's List. I'm thinking of buying a place downtown."
"Really? Wow, that's awesome. We'll be neighbors."
"Yeah, if I can find something I can actually afford. What's up with you?"
"Well, I was just thinking of you because I think I hurt myself."
She laughed. She gets that sort of thing a lot, I imagine.
"What did you do?" she asked.
I told her.
"Did you pee on yourself?"
"No, but thanks for asking."
"Alright, as long as you haven't pee'd on yourself and you haven't lost feeling in your legs, you should be okay."
"Good to know."
