Yesterday, your dumbass correspondent bent over at the waist to pick up something on the bedroom floor, and promptly zapped his lower back again. Instead of going out for his Dadcation in the afternoon, he had to make an emergency appointment with the doctor for some Prednisone and pain meds.
This morning, things were sore, but relatively pain-free. I don’t know if that’s because of the early dose of anti-inflammatory drugs, or because I tried to stay on my feet instead of lying down when the back pain started, but I’m not walking with a crutch and howling like a timber wolf like I did on Day Two of the last sciatica episode. That one took me out of commission for the better part of the month, and it was a truly miserable time.
Back pain sucks, friends and neighbors. I advise you to have nothing to do with it whatsoever if you can help it at all.
Now we’re off to see some friends for steaks and drinks, which on the whole is a much better way to spend an afternoon than lying on one’s side while being doped up on Dilaudid…