Several of you have expressed sympathy for my current back pain.
Others have pointed out that Southernbelle, in her post of July 10, has let me know in no uncertain terms that there's no one to blame for my current misery but myself.
Well, I'm the one who keeps writing about the famous "C." (Oh, heck, why should I play coy? It's already attacking me—I'll name it! The CONSPIRACY!!)
We've all known its ability to make our lives miserble through its attacks on our plumbing, electricity, appliances, cars, home electronics, and other so-called "inanimate" objects, right? Well, Southernbelle let us all know that our own bodies are not safe from the effects of this blight!
Her maifestation was neck pain. Then, not a week later, I got this unexplained lower back affliction. I wasn't exerting, lifting, twisting, reaching, bending, or any of those typical activities that people blame for a sore back. It just hit me!
All I had done was try to notify the blogosphere about the danger of this . . . this . . . malignancy!
Ah, well, the cross I must bear.
So, if any of you doubt the power of the "C," I just hope its manifestation in YOUR life isn't as personal as this current one is in mine.
(Don't tell the "C," but I think I AM on the mend. I can actually bend at the waist today far enough to put my shoes on.
That's a big improvement!)