Today started off fairly well. Dog out, coffee, etc. checked my world online and so on.
And then when I went to take the dog for a walk today, I pushed the door to open and the dog bounces out as the garage door still opens and I do the same, but as I bent over to duck the door I felt it: my back going out.
I thought maybe I lucked out and just tweaked things a bit but I realized when I went to straighten up again that no, I’m screwed. Also – this hurts!
Now I know it’s just a pulled muscle and a few days from now this will be nothing but a bad memory but holy, does back pain hurt. I’ve got a heating pad on full blast as I type this and am full of advil. Better, but not out of the woods.
This brings me to my next observation: I only do this doing stupid stuff. I don’t do it as I get the game winning touchdown or save a baby from a burning car (god forbid). Probably because I don’t do those things but from memory here’s how I’ve pulled my back out to date:
- garage door ducking.
- sitting down on the couch.
- reaching for the remote on the coffee table.
Also, in Canada we have some fantastic back pain medicine (fancy aspirin) that you can’t get here. If I weren’t still radioactive I’d go over and buy some. But, in the meantime I have a doctor appointment for a followup for my heart attack that wasn’t and BW tells me she’s pretty liberal with that prescription pad so here’s hoping I come home with something higher octane than the tylenol we have here now.
That’s the update for the day here in husbandville. I feel like Tim Conway shuffling around the house today:
Now, if I could only train thedog to go get me a drink…