The disk between L4 and L5, to be specific. Because it is the reason I am ranting on the Dope instead of sitting on the pier watching my daughter and her cousins play in the lake, and hearing what my folks have to say, and going out to dinner with my sister and brother-in-law.
I had a week of vacation lined up, because if I don’t start using it up I lose it. So I was going to drive to see my folks over the Fourth, drive back Wednesday, and then go to Notre Dame to see my nephew get married.
Instead, I am crippling around the house holding onto the walls and making a trip to the bathroom a twenty-minute epic.
I want to see my folks. I want to swim in the lake. I want to hear their endless stories of who is in the hospital, and what their new Roomba is like, and how it scares the dog, and all those boring anecdotes that tell they are still there and still OK.
Yeah, it’s lame. My apologies in advance for any typos; I am whacked out on Vicodin and Valium.