Finally, in the early hours of yesterday, I caught the nasty illness everyone had been passing around my house. After many many hours of vomiting and diarrhea and chills, the sort of sessions that definitively prove your faith in God because you find yourself bargaining with Him, I fell in to a previously unheard-of 11-hour sleep.

I woke up this morning feeling wonderfully refreshed:  It was all behind me. I went downstairs to fix myself some breakfast. My mother-in-law asked how I was feeling, and I said, “I feel great!”

Then I leaned over to pull on my boots and threw out my back.

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