with Gunshow. At the show I started to feel kind of tight in the lower back and tried to stretch out. Nothing seemed to be working. After the show I went home and took some Alieve and went to bed. I woke up feeling not so great. My back was really achey. I went to work but the entire day I was in pain. By Friday I could barely do anything. My back had totally reverted to pre-back injections injury mode. Like totally painful to walk, move from standing to sitting, standing up, etc. I was like a cripple. I spent most of my weekend lying on my back with an ice pack. Needless to say it was total bummer for everyone. Ace wanted to play and I couldn't. Jodi wanted to go for walks and do stuff and I couldn't. I wanted to not be on the floor in back agony and I couldn't. I was mainlining Doan's Back Pills & Alieve. Finally by the end of Saturday I was starting to get some mobility back. That was really important because on Sunday Mike came over to help me build Ace's big boy bed. He's very good with that sort of stuff and really helped cut the build time in half. Ace was totally psyched for his new bed and spend most the rest of the day bouncing around on it.
This morning Ace serrenaded me whlie I ate my breakfast. He was sitting on his bed with his toy electric guitar and he hit me with a medely of Twinkle Twinkle & Old McDonalds with a smattering of him saying "123 -1234 go!!!" It was probably one of the most pure moments on my life. It occured to me that if I had to live in one moment in the afterlife, which I don't believe in, that would be a great one.
In sad news my friend Guy's dad died in Holland last weekend. I guess he had a heart attack in his sleep. I don't know if he got see his grandson before he died. I hope so. I know that going to my dad's grave with Ace was totally hard for me.
In odd but good news my grade school chum Alex called me out of the blue yesterday. We've fallen out of touch since he moved to Pittsburg. Not that were chatting regularly before then but I porbably haven't spoken with him in a coupld of years easily. He's pediatric surgeon now so he's pretty busy.
We're going on vacation in 2 weeks. I am totally psyched to not be in NYC for a whlie. I need to recharge the caring battery for a lot of parts of my life right now.
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