Poor Studly Doright has a herniated disk. For the past three weeks the pain this has inflicted has prevented him from sleeping more than thirty minutes at a time. Walking takes his breath away and sitting isn’t much better. He has an appointment scheduled with a highly respected neurologist next Monday, but calls the doctor’s office three times a day to check for last minute cancellations.
I was away for a week visiting our daughter in Illinois. During my absence Studly tested every flat surface in the house in order to try and get some rest. There were pillows and blankets everywhere including on the kitchen counter and the dining table. He tried out all of the guest rooms and both sofas. While I felt awful about leaving him, he swears it was a good thing I was gone because he’d likely have driven me crazy.
Now, somewhere in my journey to and from Illinois I tweaked my back. I’m not sure if it was done while lifting the five-year-old grandchild for a hug or while hoisting my suitcase in and out of the car. Regardless, my lower back isn’t happy with me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not suffering nearly as much as Studly is, but I’m not too spry right now either.
This afternoon as Studly limped pitifully down the hall towards our bedroom I followed slowly with a load of folded clothes to put away, one hand supporting my lower back. We alternated grunts of pain.
“Oh!”
“Ow!”
“Damn!”
Between exclamations I told Studly this was a look at our future: A little old man and his little old wife moving like little old snails.
He wasn’t amused. I guess snail humor isn’t his thing.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
My wife and I are gradually descending into synchronised decrepitude. There are worse things. 🙂
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My heart stand and I have always argued over who’ll age better. He was a jock who took a lot of damage to his body, and I was a spectator who cheered him on. Right now it look like we’re in a tie.
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Yes, after a few years of paying for the stupidity of my younger self I now find that Julia is catching up with me. She is less than impressed.
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Husband, not heart stand! Dadgum autocorrect.
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Yes we all get there…
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Slowly, but surely.
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Oh dear. may you get well soon both of you. Backs are murder when they go wrong.! And there is now worse than both having something wrong at the same time., as we saw at the New Year.
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I’m already much better today. My plan is to take it easy—lots of wine; no housework.
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Oh, I’m so sorry to hear about him. I hope he gets an earlier appointment. Feel better, both of you! – Marty
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Thank you!
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I read a story today, in another blog, about a man in Austin, Texas who survived on snails after an indian attack.
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Really? Wow!
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