My chronic lower back problem has finally driven me to seek professional counsel. (I also blame the pain for yesterday’s lack of posts.)
I’m currently sitting in the orthopedist’s exam room, awaiting my fate.
More later, I’m sure. . .
UPDATE: Got x-rayed, poked and fondled by a really decent-seeming doc who told me I have an inflamed disc. Part of the problem, we both agreed, is that I’ve put on around 30 pounds in the last year or so. I’m not fat, per se, but I’m on the way to having one of those weird old-man bellies that you can rest a beer (or multiple copies of Golf Digest) upon.
Doc gave me some anti-inflammatory meds, light painkillers and a lumbar doohickey, like Steve Buscemi wore in Ghost World. He also told me to lay in bed for the next couple of days. So I’m working from home, which the cats totally dig. I’ll be plugging away right about up to primary returns time, when I’ll give myself completely over to Chris Matthews and Keith Olbermann. I’m sure I’ll have plenty to say about that tomorrow. Oh, and thanks for the kind words, duders.