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
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