Oh, My Aching Back

So I finish going over the plea papers with an inmate at the courthouse this morning. After having done a stellar job of explaining what those 15 pages meant, I stood up. At that point, I felt like I had been shot in the back with a lawn dart. I couldn't move. I grabbed a pillar for support. Man, my back hurt and I didn't know why. But the inmate saw what was happening. "You OK, man?" "You, OK?". He even reached up to grab me in the event I tumbled over like an old man. The irony did strike me, however. The inmate had just signed up to do 4 years in the pen for a couple of burglaries. And he was concerned about me.