Thank you Loritab.
Thank you for easing the pain a little - for making the apparent dagger in my lower back feel more like a bee sting than a harpoon injury.
Thank you for turning my normal 7 hours of sleep into 2 hours of eyes-wide-open tossing and turning followed by 6 hours of comatose drooling.
And thank you for holding back the drowsiness and euphoria these last 2 days until right before I was ready to preach this morning. I was really hoping that preaching about the Second Coming of Christ could be made more adventurous from not being able to feel my legs.
Thank you Loritab. You're a good friend.