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.
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