About 15 years ago I sat on someone’s sofa and it (badly made) “went” under me, and my arse hit the floor. Three days later I was basically paralysed from the hips down. Ultimately I discovered that I’d dislocated my sacro-iliac thingy. After several years of no treatment whatsoever, I recovered. But every now and again, just when I least expect it “ding” it pops out. Monday afternoon I was going to have a shower, I reached out to push the shower curtain back and Arrrrrgh … I was some what aggrieved and spoke a few colourful metaphors, as I had to go somewhere on Thursday (today). I tried sitting with cushions behind me to straighten and support my back, and ended up in agony and barely able to move. I took the cushions away and let myself slouch in a manner that’d give a physiotherapist a nervous breakdown, when I got up to go to bed, my Bad Back was not so sore, and the next day I was able to walk properly! A slight touch of sciatica Wednesday, and today I was able to make the 30 mile round trip to the Carer’s seminar without causing myself too much grief. Of course the drive there and back and the 4 hours sitting around has left me stiff as an aul board. Considering this type of “injury” usually leaves me crying in agony for a week (having followed the medically given instructions to lie flat on the floor etc). I’m chuffed to bits with myself, and intend to slouch more often