I said it the last time I was rendered immobile from a wrenched back and was healed the next day, but I'm amazed at my recovery abilities. Yesterday morning, I was completely unable to walk without hobbling along the walls and other obstacles I could pull myself forward with. Turning in bed was a three-minute process. I could not move my head down to eat properly. The pain was worse than every other back injury I've had combined.
Today, I walked uphill at a decent, albeit somewhat stiff, pace to George's house, and back again. Just a few minutes ago, I shadowboxed around the house, bobbing and weaving, and moving around on my toes.