Our 26 year old grandson works 3-11:00, so wasn't surprised when he called at 12:30. It didn't even sound like him. He was almost in tears as he told me how bad his back was. He was stuck in bed for almost two hours, trying to get up. He has a bad disc, so this wasn't a big surprise. He asked me to come over and sit with him for awhile in case it got worse. I told him I would be there in a flash. I took some muscle relaxers with me, non-habit forming ones and made him a nice lunch and off I went. He lives about 20 minutes away from us, so when I got there I tried the door and he smiled when I walked in. He was lying on the sofa, looking half dead. Poor thing. I got him a cold drink, first of all to take some pills with. Then I went in and heated his lunch up and made him eat some. Then while he rested, I cleaned his kitchen and his bathroom. Since he can't bend, I figured I would help him out. Almost two hours later, I had his entire apartment looking great. :) He called for me and I went rushing in there and he said, "I wanted you to sit with me, not clean my house." So, then I did just that. We watched Netflix until 7:00 tonight when I left. (After of course making him dinner before I left and making him promise he would call if he got worse.) Actually aside from the pain, I think he enjoyed just hanging out with me. :) I know I did him. He's a great young man and I'm very proud of him and very lucky to call him ours.