Now that I’ve gotten my official "get well" card from my buddy Gavin, with a little help from his mommy, it’s no longer necessary to sympathize with yours truly.

I promise that I won’t be running without the use of my walking stick, Gavin.

Officially, I have a herniated disk that is pressing on the nerves to my right leg. At the moment, the doctor feels that the problem can be remedied through physical therapy, but I can have surgery at any time if I feel the therapy isn’t helping. (That will probably take some real convincing.)