They say things come in threes. I hope not, but if they do, this is number two.
I threw my back out somehow on Saturday morning. I woke up, got dressed, fed the dogs, all my normal routine. I sat down with a cup of coffee and checked through social media, then worked on some of the interview stuff for Lisa Burton Radio.
When I got up to use the bathroom and get fresh coffee. Well, I didn’t get up. Pain shot through my back, and my legs went out. I couldn’t stand. Fortunately, I was right beside my chair and went there.
This stuff happens sometimes. It happens to me about every other year. Usually I can take some aspirin and get it to crack. This time it’s exponentially worse, and aspirin is a worthless effort. My wife had to help me out of bed in the middle of the night. Bending down to raise the toilet seat was a major undertaking. Fortunately there are multiple walls to work my way down and back up.
Getting dressed this morning was kind of a circus. Pulling pants on, and my slipper-socks was a big accomplishment.
It hasn’t eluded me that this could be stress from our other recent disaster. I’ve had stress pain before, but this usually happens in the back of my neck. This is in the small of my back.
I told my boss I can’t make it tomorrow. Fortunately, I have a great boss. Honestly, I don’t think I can crawl up into my truck for the commute.
I’ll try to work on interview stuff and possibly some new words of fiction tomorrow. If I’m going to have to hang out here, maybe I can get something positive accomplished.
Hope you guys had a better weekend than I did.