No matter how much Belinda tried to reassure him, Jeremy was disgusted and ashamed. In the morning, he was stiff and sore, and it took hours to get going. Trying to turn in bed at night was uncomfortable and difficult the pain woke him up. When he carried even moderately heavy bins and boxes organizing the garage or cellar, he paid for it.Įventually, Jeremy wasn’t able to sleep well anymore. When he worked too hard cutting and stacking wood for their wood-burning stove, he paid for it. If Jeremy spent too much time crouching, like when he weeded the garden or refinished the floors, he paid for it - that night, the next day and for several days afterward. Now, Jeremy was prone to debilitating backaches with very little provocation - and year after year, it got worse. He now had a fussy back, an easily disturbed back, an overly sensitive back. Their four-year-old-child-in-the-midst-of-a-tantrum was screaming and kicking on the floor.Īs the child was twisting and writhing, Jeremy was twisting and lifting …Īll of a sudden, SNAP! A shooting, searing pain in his lower back made him gasp and freeze.Īfter a week of sleeping in a recliner and hobbling along, bent over sideways, Jeremy felt his back had improved.īut from that point on, it was never the same. Something millions of people do every day. Belinda helplessly watched Jeremy suffer in pain and consequently, become more and more demoralized and emasculated.
Jeremy, the husband she loved so much, would no longer be the same carefree, active, robust man she had married.
In that one nanosecond, Belinda’s life changed.
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