Back at it
Like millions of Americans, I suffer from lower back problems. Over the last 10-15 years the issues in my back have progressed... mostly because I have chosen to largely ignore the 'twinges' and carry on. Bill thinks I'm very stubborn. I prefer to think of myself as 'determined'. I just like to get things done and I never expect others to help, and I hate asking for help even more. I figure if it's my problem/project, I'll do it. Maybe it's because I grew up on a farm where everyone was expected to pull his/her weight. Whether it was lifting bales or mucking out stalls, climbing ladders or fixing fences, I never assumed someone stronger was going to help me. Plus, my 5'2" and 100 pounds mother was the perfect role model of self-sufficiency. If something had to be done, she'd be in the thick of it (with her wig firmly affixed and her pink lipstick perfectly applied). I took my cue from her (minus the hair and makeup). So despite a problem...