What a past week!
So, you tear your diaphragm - breathing is all but impossible and lifting my right arm is also impossible!
So, why not throw your back out, as well?!?
Yeah, Swede and I went to Barnes and Nobel bookstore, I dropped my cane on the floor, bent over ...
and that was all she wrote concerning my back!
And would anyone help me?
At all?
Heck no.
I even had to shuffle over to a book rack, kicking my cane!
So, I could steady myself while leaning and stretching and squealing like the little piggy I am to get my cane!
Poor Swede finally had to kick my folded over body to the curb.
So, back on codeine, aspercream and ben-gay!
Oh that minty fresh old people scent!
Yeah, I am in the twilight zone.
And everybody is a fuzzy bunny ...
But, doing better - sort of.
Lots of pain but at least I can sit upright at the moment.
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