True story. I cooked, cleaned & paid bills in my daughter’s house. She said, “If you can’t work, what’s the point of you being here?”

in late March.

I had been dealing with a bad back flare all week. Honestly, some mornings I was gripping the wall to get to the bathroom.

I had a heating pad I was rotating between my lower back and my hip. And I had called my doctor, who told me I needed to rest, not slow down.

Actually, rest for at least several days and ideally a week.

I told Lauren continue reading …