You know I don't get out too much and can't say that I want to but an important body part seemed to rebel a little about that this morning. Yep, my back went out! After I had gotten up and prepared myself for the day I laid back down across the bed to watch the weather. When I tried to get up I was struck with a terrible pain and thought I wasn't going to be able to make it. After several painful agonizing attempts I finally overcome the severe blowing of my dorsal horn and made it but I wouldn't want to be in a cell block in the position I was forced to stand. Worked the back around some and took an Advil and something must have moved back near to where it was supposed to be because I'm capable of a more erect position now. Even able to travel up and down the stairs but I'm forced to do so slowly. (The part of the spinal cord that receives and "processes" the pain messages from the peripheral nerves is known as the dorsal horn.)
In all things it is mind over matter and I have begun to suspect my mind and back conspired this mornings pain. In one, what must be a weaker area of my mind, I had planed to go out and start shoveling the inch or so of sleet and ice off the walks, porches and drive. The winning part of my mind and it's conspiracy with my back has erased that plan out of the little weaky side as well as completely out of my head.
The blade man did make a narrow pass up the road tho there isn't any blacktop visible but if it warms up some it could appear. Here at 9:26 it is still only 18*.
"No man means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous." - Henry Brooks Adams
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