73. An Ounce of
Prevention
The next morning I sat on my bed, staring at my underwear on
the floor, wondering how I’d get them on without bending over. I had ignored the stiffness in my back until
the spasms started. I put a foot in one
leg hole, then the other. As I bent over, searing pain shot through my
lower back.
I cursed, and thought ‘now what?’ Even on casual Friday The Boss expected me to
wear something. Grabbing a hair brush from the nightstand, I hooked my
underwear with the bristles. I didn’t have to bend over as far, and the
pain was tolerable. I congratulated
myself on my cleverness as I pulled them on.
When I stood, the muscles in my lower back seized. Like an angry hand grabbing me from behind,
the spasms jerked my shoulders back. I couldn’t breathe for a second. As I sank back onto the bed, I thought about what
my physical therapist said after my last my back attack. “Don’t forget to stretch. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of
cure."
Today I will remember the old adage: an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of
cure.
Life on Life's Terms III (c) 2016 by
Ken Montrose
Life on Life's Terms III is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the
characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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