Unbearable, excruciating, paralyzing pain radiated from my back and to every nerve ending in my body. It was that singular moment of agony that has led me to this modest blog.
The simple task of reaching behind my desk to pull a paper out of my briefcase had resulted in what felt like a gunshot to my back. "I'm too young to throw my back!" I thought to myself. I may not workout, or exercise, or eat well but I'm in pretty good shape, I kept thinking as my law partner drove me to his chiropractor. For the next few hours I lied paralyzed in pain on a massage bed. Nothing worked to relieve my burning back. I couldn't get up and was forced to use a bed pan like some elderly patient in a nursing home. Fortunately an acupuncturist was able to relieve my pain sufficiently so that my wife was able to take me home in her convertible VW Cabrio while I stood leaning against the passenger seat, ramrod straight and completely stiff, looking like a human surf board facing the rear of the car. Even today I wince in embarrassment as I remember the amused and curious looks of everyone we passed.
