When I thought last night about the things I needed to do today, "Go to the health clinic" was not one of the items I had in mind, though I added it as early as 7 am, by which time I had "thrown out my back" during my morning workout. I've never had occasion to use that phrase before and couldn't have really told you what it means. Now, I can at least say that I'm pretty sure means I want to throw my back away and replace it with a new one.
The weird thing is that I've always had a pretty healthy back. My friend Rory and I got free scans at a county fair where a chiropractor wanted to draw us further in after the free back rubs. Rory's scan looked like he had some kind of severe deformity, while mine was totally clean. My wife routinely wakes up in the morning with shooting pains in her back, not me. Maybe those were contagious?
At the very least, I am far more sympathetic to her troubles than I was before. I hate this. It's only bad when I sit down or breathe too hard or drink more than, say, two ounces. Oh, and if I lie down? Let's just say that after the first attempt, I don't lie down. Mostly, it's just an inconvenience. Every once in a while though, particularly while I'm in the car, my entire life goes on hold for a few seconds of agony.
I'm sure some of you are out there thinking "Well, it's a Monday--what did you expect?" And it's true, no one forced me to get out of bed, where I might have been safer, this morning. I did it to myself. At least I got to see the doctor by 2:00 or so, and he said "What, the Aleve didn't do anything for you? How about some tablets that are over twice as strong? And did I mention muscle relaxants?"
So there we are. I hope all of you are doing as well or better!