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Carol Perkins: I should have known better

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By Carol Perkins

"Where are we going?" he asked when I drove down the driveway and picked him up, at the spot where he had been adjusting the solar lights that were barely giving off a glow. I told him to get in and we'd take a ride. He wasn't sure where I might be going at that time of the night, but he cooperated. "Where are we going?" he asked again.

"I want an iced tea. McDonald's," I said. At seven o'clock, I had to get out of the house. For the past few days, I hadn't been able to walk like an average person but ambled with my right side halfway to my knee. Limp, Limp, Limp. Pain galore. My nerves were edging toward ugly, and I needed an iced tea.

To explain the source of my back pain, hip pain, and ongoing knee problems, although the knee has improved, I admit to doing something idiotic.


I knew better as I pushed and pulled the shampooer across the carpet, but the path from the door to the bathroom was dirty. Very dirty. When I asked Guy to bring the shampooer from the garage, he gave me a doubtful look. However, I wanted to clean it myself. Well, that was a doozy of a mistake.

The pain wasn't noticeable that afternoon or night, but the next morning my back hurt so badly I couldn't move. I held the side of the bed until I reached the dresser and then the doorframe and then the bathroom sink. If someone had drawn my picture, I would have looked like a leaning tree ready to fall. Getting into the shower was a chore, but the hot water almost made me forget the pain. With painstaking effort, I dressed and held the walls until I reached the kitchen. When I eased into the recliner with my coffee and assumed a resting position, the pain stopped. "I can't sit here all day!" I told myself, but I also couldn't move.

When I could get to the doctor for a couple of shots and then to Dr. Kelly for an adjustment, I slowly started improving. Dr. Kelly looked at me and said, "On your radio show please make a public address announcement: "Do not shampoo your carpet if you have back problems." (She is one of our sponsors!)

I forget that I have back problems until I tackle jobs that remind me. A painful reminder is the best kind. Thanks to my doctor and my chiropractor, I'm back on my feet. I guess my idea of painting the kitchen will have wait.


Carol's most recent book, based on a true story, The Case of the Missing Ring, is available through Amazon, both paperback and ebook. You can contact her at carolperkins06@gmail.com.


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