Short Story

The short story:

I am stove up, bad.

Yesterday, for the first time in my life, even just before emergency back surgery to keep from being paralyzed (cause who would want that?), I couldn't climb the stairs.

It still hurts today, but not as bad - I stayed zonked on muscle relaxants yesterday, and a little today.

I am about to climb the stairs - carefully! - get ready for bed, and take a muscle relaxant.

We all better hope I am fit as a fiddle by Wednesday, because that is make a wash tub full of dressing under the eagle eye of my mother day, as well as a bunch of other doings to prepare for the big Thursday.

Later, dude.