Phil: I think I know when I hurt my back the first time. Like the therapist said, this problem has probably been in the making for a long time.
Me: Sounds reasonable. You've had back pain off and on for years.
Phil: Yeah. But never like this. And never in my leg. Man, yesterday it felt like my leg was on fire. I've heard people describe this type of pain and now I know they weren't kidding.
Me: I'm sorry; I know you are really hurting.
Phil: I'm trying to figure out when I first probably hurt my back. I think it might have been when I and two other guys lifted this huge thing of sheet metal. Just three guys lifting sheet metal. That was stupid.
Me: How old were you?
Phil: Early twenties. But then it might have been when I lifted an oak door by myself. Not good. I bet that's what did it.
Me: How old were you then?
Phil: Probably about 14. I bet that's when I first hurt my back.
Me: Probably so.
Phil: But then, it could have been the time I fell out of the back of a jeep. Did I ever tell you about that?
Me: No, I'm pretty sure you didn't.
Phil: Yeah. I was riding in the back of a jeep, we were going across this open field, and we came to this dip in the ground and I fell out.
Me: You fell out??? Of a moving jeep????
Phil: Yeah. I landed on my head.
Me: On your head!!!????
Phil: Well, it was a big dip in the ground that we hit; it wasn't a small one.
Me: Wow. God obviously had a plan for your life. Otherwise you wouldn't have made it this far. What did you do?
Phil: What did I do? Well, my friend asked me if I was okay, I said I was, and I got back in the jeep.
Me: Men are stupid.
Phil (in pain): It's true...
Florence Nightingale, I'm not.... :)