I've been battling with some back pains for about a week.
During the last storm, a dead tree fell down on our driveway -- a tree covered with poison ivy -- and I tried to clear it out of the way; you know, be the man of the house, the provider, the handyman that can take care of the dishes, the roof, the AC, the automobiles, and still have time to mow the yard, feed the goats, take out the trash, and "oh, honey, if you're going to Wal-Mart anyways, could you pick up a few grocery items? I have a list."
So I went out with chainsaw in hand, did some chopping and sawing, and pulled a back muscle.
For the past week, everybody's been so kind -- asking what I need, am I comfortable, need the lights on, off, how about another drink, another pillow, need anything from the store, how about a beer?
Shoot, I should have pulled a back muscle YEARS ago!