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I’ve always been impressed by the human body and its ability to do what it does. It’s a wonder of evolution that we can move the way we do. Having a wife who knows much about these things has only increased my high regard for such a complex yet delicately simple device.

Until it screws up!

Last weekend while painting a wall with said wife, I twinged “something” in my back, I didn’t know what it was, it hurt for a second then seemed ok.
On Sunday I was fine, then on Monday I innocently dropped a piece of paper off my desk, so I lent over to pick it up. It was at this point my back decided in a fit of rage to fight back, something again went twang this time with a bit more force. Not an entirely a pleasent experience.

Now with a slightly more aggrivated back I continued on. Surely it would settle down and sort itself out I thought.

WRONG!

After a couple of soothing ales yesterday with the boys, I went home, watched some TV, I then did something I’ve done everyday of my life.. I went to stand up.

This time my back decided it had had enough. I’ve done my back once before it wasn’t too bad just a bit stiff, but I could still do stuff. This time though my back decided I wasn’t going to get up, infact I wasn’t going to be allowed to move. Crumpling to the floor in what I believe is called agony I could only move around on all fours unable to lie down or get up.

I’m sure deep down as much as Kylie appeared concerned she was slightly amused at my predicament, she has been going on at me for sometime to lose a little weight before my back decides for me.

I was in this state all evening and through the night. This morning I got some acupuncture which I’m going to call grouse, I can actually move now but I’m still bloody sore.

So a few things I’ve learnt:

Grum – I now understand why you hate the world. I hate the world and I was only in pain for a few hours.
Kylie – Your great, but I still think you have a sadistic streak… (Does this hurt?? should not be followed by whimpers)
Me – I realise now that unlike Jack Bauer in 24, I would never last in torture, I’d just tell whoever has me what I know.

I can only hope that the Fatlager were presently concocting can take the edge off it!

I must go now, I need to try and figure out how I’m going to stand for extended periods of time tomorrow at a wedding..