Two Strikes And Your Out

In case I never mentioned it before, The Man has a bad back. A very bad back. Finally, he'd had enough. He was willing to consider surgery. So he went to see a surgeon. I didn't get to go to the initial office visit, but I got to go to the hospital to get the scans done. Not exactly fun times.

Then the doctor said forget about it. Surgery wouldn't do any good. So he went to get a second opinion. After all, the first doctor was obviously an idiot. He was a little rude, too, but The Man did get a little in his face. Unfortunately, the second doctor agreed with the first one.

To top it all off, after we left the second surgeon's office we went to eat at Waffle House.

Where The Man fell on his ass in the bathroom.

Yeah, if we didn't have bad luck we'd have no luck at all. Hopefully, there isn't any permanent damage, but who knows with as much back trouble as he already has. The first couple of days he said he felt like he'd been run over. He has one of those cool motorized chairs they keep showing on TV. He got it mainly to use outside because it was hard for him to walk around in the yard. He only uses it inside when his back is really hurting. He barely got out of his the first few days. He could barely stand up, much less walk.

Luckily, now he's just about back to his normal self. Thank God for modern pharmaceuticals.