So yesterday morning my back went out.  And then proceeded to get much worse.  Last night, my dear husband had to help me do simple things, like shift my weight in the chair.  Today I made it to work (praise the Lord that Ben worked later today so he was able to help me get ready), and I have to go teach a workshop this afternoon, so I'm trying to move as much as possible to loosen up my joints.  Not fun.  Driving is okay because my car has great lumbar support.

We have a friend on our leadership team who has been out of...well, everything--work, church, life--for months now due to a horrible chronic back problem.  He spends his days zonked out on drugs, lying out the couch, awaiting the appointment where he'll finally get his cortizone shot (the last one didn't work).  So now each time I take a step and feel pain shooting down my legs and up my back, I just pray for Gary.