I broke my back three weeks ago tomorrow

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On Sunday twenty days ago at about this hour I climbed up a ladder to haul old congressional lawnsigns down to slap for school board on them. I had seven weeks till the November 4th election. As I have grown used to doing everything myself rather than bother my family and friends for help I had a lot of work to do. In fact as I climbed up my untidy rafters I told myself I would speed things up by making good use of the five minutes the task should have taken.

As I type this today I’m sitting relatively comfortably in an office chair friends gave us that we gave to our grandsons. The large exercise ball I usually use to keep my spine straight kills my broken back and whatever else has been discombobulated by the fall 3 weeks ago. Pain management has been a preoccupation for me and I’m still swallowing the three pills scheduled for now. Two are tylenol, so thank goodness I’m not pregnant and have to tough it out. (For those reading this a century from now that’s an ironic joke. The dimmest Secretary of Health in our nation’s history Robert Kennedy Jr. warned pregnant women from using this modest pain reliever although they have relied on it for decades. Using it causes either children to be born as aliens or autists according to whichever website Kennedy was reading)

My son the physicist assures me that our research labs are filled with people on one spectrum of one sort or another and that without them our research would grind to a halt because normal people take holidays and have lives outside the lab. I suspect that is one reason for the sobriquet “egghead” given to people so bright that they annoyed kids like Donny Trump who made fun of them. Hell, if he wanted good grades he could give an egghead fifty bucks to take his tests for him or could threaten the Wharton School of Economics with a lawsuit if they ever revealed his grades.

Which leads me to the have nots our uneven society feels required to educate. This isn’t what I was going to write about today but in looking at saved pics in my flickr account I saw this and while I didn’t read the accomanying story in the NY Times the headline says a lot about America.

Yeah I broke my back three weeks ago but I’m lucky. Its almost only technically true. I can barely walk around the block now which means putting up lawn signs is a few days or weeks off. What broke are small wings on three vertebrae. I’ve been told they will quickly fuse with their vertebrae. If I was a Stegosaurus 90 million years ago they would have grown into the famous bony triangles along their backs. What really causes pain are all the things between my broken pelvis and those lower spines. Two rings on my right pelvis cracked. When I sit or lie on them they let me know that they are not happy.

In a few days I hope to ignore them although I will do so under the withering gaze of my better half who is worried by rushing things I will permanently cripple myself. I can’t help myself. I’m still manning the decks against our orange skinned Godzilla.

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Harry is a ferociously good natured eccentric in Duluth Minnesota who detests traitors dressed up as Uncle Sam. You can find somewhat better edited writings of his at the Duluth Reader "contributors." page. The URL is:
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