Mostly I'm posting this to notify people that I'm not dead, just stove up for the last week, and a few more days. It's not a squished disk this time, but it hit like me a bullet. I didn't do anything to provoke a muscle spasm. I had not worked outside in the last three days, but as I rotated my butt to aim at my easy chair...WHAM. I knew I was going down, so I aimed at the floor.
(Old Hippie proverb: You can't fall off the floor.)
OMG! Worst spasms ever (except for the squished disk 3 years ago). Couldn't even get to water for the first 3 days.
All together now: "That's what friends are for..."
This is really frustrating! What's frustrating? The idea that I could, "Help, I've fallen and I can't get up" at any moment with no clue about what I did to cause it...unless you count acting like tcmtech for the last 50 years.
Whoa...dude...the drugs are kicking in...
See ya later...or as HP says, TTFN.
(Old Hippie proverb: You can't fall off the floor.)
OMG! Worst spasms ever (except for the squished disk 3 years ago). Couldn't even get to water for the first 3 days.
All together now: "That's what friends are for..."
This is really frustrating! What's frustrating? The idea that I could, "Help, I've fallen and I can't get up" at any moment with no clue about what I did to cause it...unless you count acting like tcmtech for the last 50 years.
Whoa...dude...the drugs are kicking in...
See ya later...or as HP says, TTFN.