I guess if you've made it to TGP's age without ever having had a backache, you're one lucky guy. That said, yesterday Plottie bent to get some lettuce from the crisper, and...whammm...that shouldn't hurt like that, should it? Why don't I just stand up now? Wooooooo. Man. Are you kidding?
Plot figures this is minor, but if this is minor, major must be completely debilitating. The internet says ice: ice is helping. Got what Kaiser calls a prompt return call, that is eight hours later, and Dr. I Dunno Wadda YOU Think says 'how 'bout ice?'
Short airplane rides tomorrow and back home Sunday but then long ones next week. The internet says it takes weeks to heal, but we're hoping that's for a really bad one. Meanwhile, The Duck had the foresight to purchase Whine Protection so Plotnik is unable to cry about it.
What do people with chroically bad backs do?