So far, no appreciable change in the back... maybe somewhat better, but certainly far from what I need to be to resume working or even daily activities, like going from here to the bathroom without using my cane. We went back to the physical therapist this morning, and she said that if I don't get better really soon she will have to revise her (and my doc's) diagnosis of muscle strain and start looking for other causes. And, absent leg pain, there are only a coupla other things that could be happening... the most benign would be galloping arthritis, and it's not too likely that would initially present as back pain. And there are malignancies to consider too, but I'd rather not go into that just yet. I'm thinking right now that it was just a lot more serious injury that I or my doc had thought, that there might be an actual muscle tear and not just a strain. Twenty years ago, I tore my quadriceps muscle and it took forever to heal and it still didn't heal right... hurt like hell, too. Retrospectively, it should have been surgically corrected. So my doc gave me permission to be off another week and my supervisor is OK with that... not happy about it, but OK. And I'm just ready to move on with it, dammit. Evidence of global warming is showing up all over the world, and it's getting so that in the next few years, even babybush will have to acknowledge it. By that time, of course, it will be too late... in fact, it already is, according to many scientists. So, it's our job, as individuals, to figger out how we and our families can survive... fortunately something that I don't need to do, I'll be dead long before the shit hits the fan. With any luck, anyway. My boys and my grandkids, however, will have to do some thinking, long-range. In fifty years, the world population will have doubled. And the ability of the earth to feed this increased population will have decreased by at least 25%. There is the possibility that previously arid lands will be able to support crops, but there is no good evidence that this will happen... but we're thinking best-case scenario here. And the price of gasoline will be absolutely meaningless... as will the price of whisky. And whether or not GW Bush thought that fiddling with stem cells was unholy will also be meaningless. I just hope that the human race can survive... we've shown a lot of resiliency in the past, after all. Either way, I hope that my loved ones do well and prosper.
but just barely, the words
on the wall weaken.
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