Yesterday found me visiting the back doctor in Omaha for more follow-up. I had been getting trigger point injections, and along with physical therapy, I'd been getting good results. But lately I've hit a plateau, and while the pain is a lot better than it was four months ago, it's no longer improving. The doctor said that more trigger point injections aren't going to make much difference. The next step: botox injections. Botulinum toxin will block the nerve signals that are making the muscles spasm, thereby fixing the problem. He all but guaranteed success, so I gave him the go-ahead. It should happen in the next few weeks, I hope.
So today was my last physical therapy visit until after the botox adventure. At the brewery, I got an order from Norfolk asking for 20 half-barrels of root beer, so I filled as many as I could before the tanks ran dry. I refilled the tanks from the huge batches I made on Wednesday; I'll come in Sunday to fill the rest of the kegs.
I dumped out the flat keg of Uncle Ivan's Dunkelweizen and replaced it with a properly-carbonated half-barrel. I also dumped out the current keg of Propeller Amber Lager, which was tasting awfully lactic. The new keg tastes much better.