There was a lot more that went wrong, but that's the net result, all due to a small thunderstorm.
I'm sort of laughing about it now. The stove won't get repaired for a while; I can't take time off to wait for a service person. Any cooking I had intended is pretty much a no go. I'm just lucky I didn't get struck by lightning.
Today I went to get dog tags for the dogs. I have to take the dogs in for an evaluation tomorrow at 7:30am, and they needed tags with their names. So I head to PetCo, get the tags, and as I'm walking back to my car a truck backed into me.
It wasn't much of a hit. More like a nudge. Then the guy yelled at me to watch where I was going. I told him to fuck off.
He drove away, glaring, tires smoking. I thought about chasing him, taking my frustration out on he and his wife and their truck, but my back is too tweaked to run after anyone much less beat them to death.
Let's see...my back has gone out on me since my surgery a total of four or five times. But each time, by the second day, I can tell it's just muscular.
Not this time. This is a disk for sure. Maybe the same disk; the numbness and radiated pain hit the same spots.
I'm going to call my neurosurgeon tomorrow, make an appointment for imaging, and hopefully get surgery scheduled soon. No wasting time, this time. I'll ask about what the biggest step is we can take. New disks, fusion, whatever.
In the interim, I am doing McKenzie exercises every hour, I don't sit for long, and I'm taking pills.
No one is more disappointed than I.
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