I am writing this from bed, the wife is keeping me alive for the moment but I heard the drawers softly opening where the life insurance policy is kept, I think she is running the numbers against her projected efforts, no doubt the list of perceived slights over the years is being reviewed as well.
Yesterday at this very hour I walked into the laundry room and pulled out a tangled sheet, the one I now reside on. Raising it with a sweeping action like John Travalta on the disco dance floor my back rebelled and struck me down then and there. My knees wobbled, I had to grab the machine and suck air. I baby stepped my way to the front room and sank to the floor where I lay on my back for almost an hour.
Over the remainder of the day I wobbled and baby stepped around a few times, but mostly set and.......oh hold on, the doctor office is on the phone........well, that was a nurse wanting to make an appointment which I don't think I can get to because I CANT WALK, oh well then let me consult and call back........
Cut the story short here, as the day wore on into the night I could no longer walk, the transition from walking to bed, that getting your feet up, or the "set-up" part of it causes someone in the room to yelp like a dog caught under a gate, then I find out it's me yelping. Last night at one point I got up for a whiz, that was a 5 minute struggle to get up and the few feet to the toilet, lots of crying and cussing, when I got back I couldn't control my walk and luckly I fell on the bed out of breath and in severe pain on the left side of the back below the waist. I had to rest for 5 minutes before I started the 5 minutes of squirming and inching my way from the foot of the bed where I landed.
This morning I could not walk to the bathroom, I got on the floor and found neither could I crawl, after a long time I found I could sort of slide my knees along an inch at a time. Getting up onto the toilet was the next exercise. I keep thinking I can just power through the pain, but I can't. Hell it took me a full minute to let go of the door knob after pulling myself on the toilet partially by using it as a ladder, everytime I tried to let go my rump hurt worse, finally I just yanked it free and found that was not fool proof either as that shifted my weight and caused some more dog yelping and wet eyes.
I'll write again if I live into the afternoon.