Last Sunday I undertook a small household chore: changing the flapper valve on the toilet in the master bath. I took the lid off, peered inside, and then Derek Jeeter picked up a Louisville Slugger and pounded me just below the kidneys.
Actually, it’s a muscle spasm. I’ve had them before — the first time was about twenty years ago when I was pulling a pair of socks out of the laundry basket — but it’s still remarkably painful. I’m okay sitting, and I’m okay standing, but the transition between the two is where the fun begins. I’ve had to go to work this week for a couple of reasons that I don’t need to go into, but today is the first day I actually can take the time to rest up. It’s gotten a lot better since that first day, but I’m still doing a great Groucho Marx imitation when I walk.
Aspirin, a hot shower, and taking it easy will work wonders.