Anyway, so, he's fine - except for his back. He is on some anti-inflammatory medication and it seemed to be helping at first. Now I don't think so. Nat is pretty worried about him. She often asks how he is feeling. Tonight, she was telling me a story and it involved her dad catching her. She said, "and we'll be jumping and daddy will ... well he can't because.... because his back." I assured her he'd be better soon and would be able to throw her around again soon.
He has been staying home from the gym to rest it ... and because he can't really bend over anyway. Instead, for the first few days of his hiatus, he'd get up, eat, and then find crazy things to look up on the Internet. He's researched buying gold, farming deer, buying a mini-van, flights to Montana. I was ready to scream. Luckily, that's over. I know, I know, I should be glad he researches things so thoroughly. Because of me, we're probably missing out on a multi-million dollar business in deer pee.