My back has been killing me because I have poor posture.
I used to date someone who would literally push on my back when I was seated at a dining table to make me sit up straight, like he was the king of good manners. Bitch, I went to etiquette school. I'm rebelling from years of "sitting like a lady." (Knees together, legs crossed at the ankles, thighs die from exhaustion.)
Needless to say, we did not get married and live happily ever after.
This brings me to Susie. She is possibly the best massage therapist I have ever had. I've had my fair share of fancy massages and none of them compared. Now when I'm hunched over, sketching my little heart out at work, I know there is someone who has my back.