I don’t know what it is about Saturday mornings, but I’ve wrecked my back 3 times on Saturday mornings over the years. There’s a pattern. I don’t do anything strenuous but I notice that I feel a twinge in my back. As the Saturday progresses, my back gets stiffer and more painful. By Saturday evening, I can barely move and I’m in a lot of pain.

Each time this happens, it seems to keep me out of commission for a longer time.

It was a real surprise one Saturday morning when Pam reported that she felt a twinge in her back. We wondered, kiddingly, if she’d caught what I’d had. Kidding or not, she was in the “back pain heck” by Saturday evening.

She spent a lot of Sunday apologizing for thinking that I’d been a wuss about my own experience with back pain.

Not that she’d said anything when I was having my problems but I’d wondered if she’d thought that I had the spinal equivalent of a “man cold”.

With this thing, Mondays aren’t much different from from Sundays but at least we call a chiropractor.

As I took her to one of her appointments, she said “I feel like I walk like a little old lady.”
I said “No, no, no. A little old lady would be much more spry and nimble.”

There’s some improvement on Tuesdays. We’re able to sit down and get up unassisted without major pain. It’s an improvement but it seems so little while you’re dealing with the pain.

Pam started to despair: “Yesterday, I was hopeful about getting better. Now I’ve lost all hope of ever getting better.”

I said “Yeah, that’s how my Tuesdays usually go.”

She’ll be fine.