What a bummer man! I think the only cure is to just rest up. Bad backs are the worst though. I hate when you can't brush your teeth, like what is it that gets worked in your back when you are brushing your teeth anyway?? I've had that one happen quite a bit after pulling some back muscles. I can't imagine a blown disc.
Take solice in knowing that most of the treasure will still be then when you recover, unless Goio and Tman get to it first.
Here's some jokes... try NOT to laugh. Hee hee.
You know you are getting old when your back goes out more often than you do.
You know when you are getting old; when you bend down to tie your shoe laces you look arouind to see what else you can do while you are down there.
Joe: "I wish the women would leave the driving to us." John: "Hey! What happened?" Joe: "My wife backed the car out of the garage this morning." John: "So what's wrong with that?" Joe: "I backed it in last night." (That one's for all of you who have mistakenly backed into the parking spots at the CCFP.)
The names have been changed in this one... lets just say TreasureFiend gets to be Jesus Christ for a day:
LowBatts, Goio and Twistidd are drinking in a bar when a most distinguished bearded man enters and sits at a far table. They know this must be TreasureFiend, their Lord and Savior. Impressed, Goio, who has bad arthritis, orders a bottle of the best scotch in the house and takes it to him. " please accept this with my compliments, my Lord". Later TreasureFiend approaches Goio's table, thanks him and places his hand on his arthritic hands. Miraculously he is cured. Twistidd, who has bad neck, orders the finest Italian wine, delivers it to TreasureFiend with the same message. Awhile later TF again approches their table, thanks Twistidd and places his hand on his neck. Again there is an instant cure to their amazement. LowBatts, not to be outdone, delivers a superb rye whiskey to TreasureFiend with his compliments. After sampling this offering, TF approched the table once more and moved towards the LowBatts. Alarmed, Tim said, "Pleaase don't touch me, My Lord, or I will lose my workmens compensation".
A man told his doctor, "I've got a bad back." The doctor said, "It's old age." The man said, "I want a second opinion." The doctor says, "OK. you're ugly as well."
