Last month, in France, sitting in my campervan having breakfast I leaned forwards to drop a tissue in the waste bin and my back went. My lumbar muscles are weak from a motor cycle accident 50 years ago, but tis was in a different league. I coould only stand by hand walking up furniture. Once vertical I coould walk pain free, I could als sit pain free, but the transition was difficult to say the least.
My French was given a thorough workout at the TIC finding out the locatiion of a doctor. Then as I was hunting the surgery I spotted the plate of a sports physio who could see me later that day. We communicated in mixture of French and English and after a brief manipulation I achieved some degree of comfort which, with care and painkillers, saw me through the remainder of the holiday.
My back has gone numerous times over the ears and invariably after lifting something like an empty box, never shifting something heavy.
I am a man of simple tastes, I am quite satisfied with the best. (Oscar Wilde)