I have a trick back that goes out periodically. In recent times I blame being overweight, but it would seize up years ago when I was much slimmer, so who knows?
I jacked it the other day, and it got progressively worse as the day progressed. I went to work, as if I call in, a colleague enjoying a day off has to get called in, and I just can’t do that to people. It was a painful shift. Walking back to my car, a block away, was a chore. I wished someone could have wheel-chaired me (which has happened before). I thought: Maybe if I just lie down on the ground for a few minutes….
My wife is used to seeing me ‘walk crooked’ on occasion. I entered the house, she saw me and said: “You’re walking crooked!”
“I jacked my back. I was putting on my pants this morning. (Instant smirk of her face.) I got one leg in the pants leg, but then my other foot got caught on the waist band. (One hand to her mouth, trying to cover the smirk, but it was now her eyes and laugh wrinkles.) When my foot got caught, I started pogoing on one leg. (Now two hands over her mouth, but her shoulders were heaving.) My back twisted, and I heard and felt a clank, then a clunk, and I said out loud: ’Oh, this isn’t going to be good.’ (Snorting, and spittle now spraying through her fingers of two hands.) I fail to see what is so funny!”
"Just the way you’re telling it!”
I guess as we’ve been married for so many years, and so many trick-back incidents later, she has run out of 'I'm-sorrys'.
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* Source: Bulletin Board - St. Paul Pioneer Press, April 7, 2016
I jacked it the other day, and it got progressively worse as the day progressed. I went to work, as if I call in, a colleague enjoying a day off has to get called in, and I just can’t do that to people. It was a painful shift. Walking back to my car, a block away, was a chore. I wished someone could have wheel-chaired me (which has happened before). I thought: Maybe if I just lie down on the ground for a few minutes….
My wife is used to seeing me ‘walk crooked’ on occasion. I entered the house, she saw me and said: “You’re walking crooked!”
“I jacked my back. I was putting on my pants this morning. (Instant smirk of her face.) I got one leg in the pants leg, but then my other foot got caught on the waist band. (One hand to her mouth, trying to cover the smirk, but it was now her eyes and laugh wrinkles.) When my foot got caught, I started pogoing on one leg. (Now two hands over her mouth, but her shoulders were heaving.) My back twisted, and I heard and felt a clank, then a clunk, and I said out loud: ’Oh, this isn’t going to be good.’ (Snorting, and spittle now spraying through her fingers of two hands.) I fail to see what is so funny!”
"Just the way you’re telling it!”
I guess as we’ve been married for so many years, and so many trick-back incidents later, she has run out of 'I'm-sorrys'.
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* Source: Bulletin Board - St. Paul Pioneer Press, April 7, 2016