Off to the docs, who did a thorough workup including a chest x-ray, which told me awful things because I smoke, but also told me I’ve got a broken back.
Well, technically it’s a compression fracture of one of my vertebrae, probably the t12.
No wonder I’ve had lower back pain for ten years.
Then, on the way home, I’d just gotten off the freeway and was driving up my hill when the car just quit. The accelerator was unresponsive. All I could do was pull off to the side of the road, call my sister for roadside assistance, and wait. Oh, and the cable people were set to arrive sometime between 1:40 – 3:40 pm. The car crisis occurred at 1:15.
What a day.
Geez. Not good. Did the doctor explain how you could have been going around with a broken back all this time without knowing it?
No. This was my introduction to her. Nice enough, but one of those “move ahead, don’t look back” types. She’d fit right into the Obama Administration.
Poor Linky…a very bad day indeed.
Geez. Hope today was better.
Thanks, Kuff. I’m carless, so I can’t get into any trouble outside of my neighborhood. That’s something, innit?