"Hey dumbass, call your doctor and get your back fixed!" - SCH.
SO THIS MORNING I took the dogs for a long Woodland walk and I felt great. It was the first time in nine days I haven't felt like a gigantic iceberg was freezing my back into oblivion. I did something a few Saturdays ago lifting a PA system, and I really messed it up mowing the lawn last Sunday. Moral of the story - don't mow the lawn with a big sound system.
Anyway, it became apparent early this week my feeble efforts to diagnose and treat my balky back were failing. Like most stubborn and stupid men, I hate going to the doctor and dealing with anything medical.
A long time ago I knew a person who worked at a large Quincy employer. Her fellow workers were forever going to the doctor because "my arm hurts" or "my head is numb" or "I have a crick in my back." They abused the system and I do believe the company took corrective measures after a while to stop this abuse of the medical system.
You should listen to your body. You should seek medical attention when warranted. But use common sense first.
Or, just be a dumbass and ignore it for as long as possible, until you are crawling on the floor and your wife becomes cross-eyed from rolling her eyes so much.
|If I'm Gitting Cheesey this weekend, I don't have time to back up!|
Now I feel like a million bucks. It's a good thing, too. We have a swap meet Saturday, The Cheeseburgers play Saturday night at the new and improved Octoberfest, and Sheryl and I are hanging out with the Sammy Fund folks all day Sunday.
I don't have time to deal with this stuff.
I'm reaching the age where I'm going to get poked and prodded on a regular basis. I hate it. But I accept it. I will listen to my body, my inner clock, and my doctor. Hopefully, I will be healthy and happy.
Just don't ask me to lift anything heavy or mow the lawn soon.