A tube of Firey Jack

Do you know I woke up this morning and I could hardly get the beef tea to my lips. My lower back was in agony and it took me forty-five minutes to get out of bed. Forty-five minutes!. And to think how I used to jump out of the hammock.

Not much of a post today as I'm in too much pain. I'm going to give Slack a call and see if she'll pop to Dr. Tizzards for some Wincarnas and a tube of Firey Jack. Slack has a bit of experience with back pain and Lumbago because her first husband died of it. I remember when she told me I said to her 'But Slack, you can't die from Lumbago!'

'Well my Stan did' she snapped, 'I rubbed some Whisky on his back and he broke his neck trying to lick it off'