THERE ARE TWO ways to look at it when your back goes out.
One, curse fate and everything else around.
Two, just be glad it happened when it did.
I blew mine out Friday moving boxes. Quincy chiropractor Shawn Irvine at least got me mobile, a good thing since Frank Haxel had to basically carry me into his office.
I made another visit to his office this morning and it's finally starting to feel a bit better. Sheryl likes to remind me that she had back surgery a few years ago and it never was a good idea to make fun of someone who takes five minutes to get in and out of the car.
Fortunately we had a rare weekend off from The Cheeseburgers. And with the coming weekend looming - Blues In The District, a Pepper Spray gig, a 24-hour beach blast trip to Lake Michigan via plane - I'm just glad I have time to recover.
Just in time to get back at it. Again.