Jack went to my mom's house to pull weeds yesterday, weeds that were allowed to overtake the garage from the neighbor's house... Not paying attention to the fact that he's not 20 years old anymore, he pulled weeds for two hours. Pull, turn, toss, turn. Pull, turn, toss, turn.
And so on. And so on.
He pulled weeds for two hours and after two hours, couldn't stand up at all.
He's in agony.
He can't stand up straight, he's walking like an old man, bent over, with even his head bowed down, looking toward the ground.
You know he's hurting when he takes 3 Advil without argument.
Usually I'm walking behind him, like a good squaw, but these past two days? He can't keep up with me. He's in slow motion, and can't speed it up at all!
Please send get well wishes his way!