(Despite weight lifting and yada yada, mine sometimes goes out, and the pain is UN-bee-lievable. I think I did something to it many decades ago, when forced to wear high heels while carrying heavy trays waitressing.)
In one more month, I'll be the same age as my mother was when she slipped a disk. I plan to be very, very careful over the next twelve months, and if two of the dogs start fighting, I will not attempt to hold one back with my foot while clutching the collar of the other one (which is what did Mom in). They can just chew each other to bits while I stand by wringing my hands and yelling ineffectually.
*Making Avert signs for you*. Slipped disks are serious unfun. 'course, watching the dogs shred each other isn't much fun either...
Me, I popped through a windshield a quarter-century ago, so I know only too well what went wrong with my back, and what Not To Do to annoy it. I thought.
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(Despite weight lifting and yada yada, mine sometimes goes out, and the pain is UN-bee-lievable. I think I did something to it many decades ago, when forced to wear high heels while carrying heavy trays waitressing.)
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High heels are Evil. One of the things I So Do Not Miss from day job land.
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...and here we see the muscle relaxants at work. That would be: Had to RESORT to muslce relaxants...
Sigh...
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Me, I popped through a windshield a quarter-century ago, so I know only too well what went wrong with my back, and what Not To Do to annoy it. I thought.
Grrr.