Sometimes I think we might have been better off had we just stayed up in the trees.
Guess I should elaborate:
Sometime ago, early in my Marine Corps days I , rather in intelligently jumped out of the back of a truck holding a 50lbs tool box in either hand and gave myself a stinger.
A few years after that I simply bent over to pull a file from a cabinet and got stuck in said position for a day.
Then roughly 5 years later, after a day of assembling a wooden swing set for my (then 3yr old) daughter at her moms house with no help from said other parent, I simply sat on the floor, leaned back on my arms and POP my lower back cracked. Fealt great until I stood up. That was the large rupture. The MRI looked as if I had 2 disc where 1 should be.
I failed to mention, at this point I was a Flight mech on H-60's in the Coast Guard.
My flight status was revoked for 5 months until I convinced the flight surgeon to grant me a waiver.
7 more years of flying in the "shuddering $h!t can did me in. The disc, according to the surgeon hand warn down to nothing but a meer belt of cartilage surrounding bone on bone vertebrae.
Needles to say, no my helo flights for Ben.