It's not me this time.

No, it's my aggravating man.
The one who barely made it home yesterday afternoon after putting his back out while at work.
The one who has taken who-knows-how-many Advil, aspirin, this and that while not drinking NEARLY enough water.
The one who is limping around the house with two canes made from PVC.
The one who spent half the night in a tub of hot water trying to get some relief from pain.
The one who got up at 6 to start making phone calls to make sure all his guys knew where to go and what to do while he stays home to let his back heal a bit.
The one who decided, since half the said 'guys' can't find their asses with both hands and a flashlight, went IN TO WORK about half an hour ago to hold their little hands and make sure they got going.