We all know the right way and the wrong way to pick up a box.
But when you're moving-- or in my case this week, helping a relative move-- the proper technique for picking up a box only lasts about as long as it takes to move the first dozen or so. After awhile, exhaustion takes over and you wind up not only lifting with your back but also kicking boxes down the hall, throwing objects out of the window and stuffing so much crap into trash bags that you look like the Grinch who stole Christmas.
For the last two-and-a-half days, I have been almost crippled with back spasms. It hurts when I sit down, it hurts when I stand up, it hurts when I lie down and then try to sit or stand.
I can understand why so many Hollywood stars with back problems become hooked on pain killers.
Since my first wince of pain, I have been taking a combination of Tylenol, Ibuprofen, Hydrocodone, Aleeve and white wine. Not all at the same time, of course. I may be dumb but I'm not stupid.
Tomorrow we have a six-hour drive from Phoenix to Los Angeles. I'm praying my back feels better by then or I'm in for a very long ride.