Since I became disabled my body has told me that there are some things I just can’t do anymore. The most weight I attempt to pick up is a 50 lb bag of dog food. Sometimes that’s a stretch. My daughter fell and was in enough pain she was crying from the pain. I got to her and grabbed the office chair that was on top of her, threw it across the room with one hand. I knelt down and had her put her arms around my neck. Under heavy protest from her, I picked her up like she were a baby and carried her to the sofa. All 120 lbs of her. I had told my PA about that, and she said it was pure adrenaline, that I was scared for her being seriously hurt. I had checked my daughters back to make certain nothing was out of whack. She did go to the doctor when the pain hadn’t left her a few days later.